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"drew! what the fuck was that?" elle yells at him, trying to catch up to his long strides. they were far enough away from the main group that no one could hear them. "drew!"
he ignores her, quickly walking into the small building.
"drew! are you even listening to me?" she jogs, swinging open the heavy metal door with such a force that it slams shut. "joseph!"
he turns towards her, a patronizing grin forming on his face as he looks down at his star— who's very upset with him. glowing in a fiery rage.
drew crosses his arms over his chest; his head tilting downward; his voice condemning, "someone's mad they didn't get to cum."
elle laughs, her voice dripping with violency. nodding her head as she purses her lips, her eyes not-so-absentmindedly checking out his large frame.
it's time to shake things up.
pulling off her thick hoodie and throwing it on the sandy, grainy tile. she bought it off some cheap shop anyway.
"and who's fault is that?" elle steps towards him. her feet cold on the floor, her arousal causing a hot burning sensation between her thighs.
"hmm?" her hands finding drew's bathing suit drawstring, cocking her head to the side as she falls to her knees. looking up at him with an innocent-looking face while her hand rubs him hard.
feeling him grow to her touch makes her smile, devilishly branding this into her mind.
the thin layer of polyester blue unveiling the length and warm girth in a crisp outline as she places a wet and sloppy kiss on the underside.
"my darling just wanted some dick, didn't she?" drew chuckles, softly petting and massaging her hair. his fingers smooth yet harsh against her scalp, pushing her head closer.
"uh-huh," elle whines, her mouth slobbering, her spit seeping through the elastane blend.
"what a fucking messy, baby," drew taunts, biting his lip to hold in a grunt as elle pulls down his shorts. her tongue relishing in his pre-cum's unique taste as she stripes up, following a vein to the sensitive, red tip hitting his stomach. "can't think about anything else, huh? willing to risk getting caught just for my touch? is that what you're mad about? you fucking wanted to get caught."
"maybe," she pulls away, spitting and kissing on his tip so much that the saliva is like foam around her red lips as she pouts. her hands twisting, pulling up and down, her eyes locked on his as she swats his bulbous head on her tongue. "fuck my mouth please, i want you."
"m'kay, darling," drew nods, sliding into her warm mouth. his thighs twitching under the hood of her fingernails. "fuck," he moans, his hands holding elle's head in place as his hips involuntarily buck up, causing his tip to crash into her uvula.
hallowing her cheeks, she sucks him as he repeatedly does so. as if she penetrated his prefrontal cortex and rearranged his dopamine receptors to continuously fuck her mouth— just like she wanted.
savoring his taste that's so inherently like drew: apple pie, like a family tradition, with a dash of mahogany wood, for that burly and brazen thing he's got stored away. maybe some type of citrus? there is some tang, for certain. maybe elle is overthinking it— but how could she not ponder about drew when she's currently giving him head?
she sucks him so good that he only remembers her and this moment.
"shit, derry, you're s-so good," drew slips out a whimper, his hold tightening on the back of her head. he lets out a breathless moan, practically feeling her throat constrict around his girth. his jaw is slacking; his eyelashes fluttering close at pure bliss; dark brown hair becoming a sweaty mess on his forehead as his electric blue eyes never tear away.
elle moans in thanks, brushing her tongue out as he quickly changes pace, harder, faster, chasing his apparent need to come. "fuck, gonna come if you keep doin' that."
air existing out of her nostrils in heavy puffs while the dingy bathroom fills to the brim of harsh and sharp noises of elle choking around him; gurgling sounds echoing the small space, bouncing off the dusty walls as he pushes her all the way until her nose hits his pubic bone.
pulsating inside her mouth, drew bucks his hips again, finally releasing every last drop— which is a lot apparently because even with a mouth full, some spurts on her neck and onto her breasts.
"you're surely a mess for me, now, my darling," he mumbles, pulling out of her, his eyes darkening at the sight of her swallowing. how her tongue ravages all it could, licking her lips clean.
"come here," drew states, pulling elle up by her head and chin. she stands, her knees feeling a bit bruised but okay.
greedily, he kisses her, tasting himself on her cherry-red lips. his hand dropping and dipping into her sopping cunt, her cow-print bikini bottoms completely drenched and ruined.
"my dirty girl, got off from sucking me good, yeah?" drew comments against her skin, circling his fingers in that skillful touch that derrielle has become obsessed with.
"drew, please, i'm so sensitive," she says, her hands itching on his t-shirt as she writhes against them.
"i know, darling, i know," he coos, dipping his head low and licking off some of his cum splatters while sucking and biting the skin on her neck. "lemme take care of you."
"please, i need you, please," elle whines like a bitch in heat, unable to fathom the position he's got her in— bent over the sink counter until he fucks her from behind.
"oh fuck," she moans, the feeling of him stretching her out is completely overwhelming.
drew's hand wrapping around her throat as he doesn't wait for her to adjust. his cold ring stinging on her sweaty neck as he grips her, forcing her to look at them in the mirror.
"shit, derry, look at you," he grunts, hot breath swarming around the pair as if the world is conceding just for them. "would you still fuck me if someone walked in here?"
"i-i don't know! oh god! fuck! drew," elle moans, biting her lip so hard she spews incoherent words.
"what if cody came in here, huh?" drew goes harder, harshly grabbing her breasts that somehow made their way out from her bikini top. "that prick could never make you come like i can, isn't that right?"
"oh, fuck, only you," she nods, her legs shaking as she feels the coil inside her begin to stretch to its limits. "make me cum, please." she turns her head, kissing him passionately as she bites down on his lip.
"that's right, c'mon elle, baby, show me who you belong to." drew pants, feeling himself lose control as she squeezes around him so tightly.
"shit, fuck me! fuck!" elle curses, feeling herself unravel in his clutch. "only you, drew. only you."
"only you, darling," he kisses her, slipping her some tongue as they both finish. "i promise," he says, kissing her softly.
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fez speaking!!
i hope u enjoyed it. we all know drew and derrielle did. lol. thank you for FUCKING 10K READS!! PFFTT ARE YOU KIDDING ME RN LOLOL??!!
i love you all. <333
and i promise, this is a love story, it may look like pure smut and no plot kind of story but it's not. sorry to those who think so.
