ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕...
TW: Mature content
"𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙚."
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Lydia Grayson is a popular girl; gorgeous, caring, intelligent, humorous, and a tad bit of a badass; She knows how to party. No one knows about the challenges she faces...
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Sexual content
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"Chance" I breathed out, looking down at the man sucking my nipple.
With his mouth still connected to my breast he looked up and met my eyes. I couldn't help but blush. He's literally sucking my breast.
"Please" I whimpered when he circled his tongue around the nub and pinched the other between his fingers.
"Yes gorgeous" he hummed.
"I need you". His lips curled up into a smirk. I internally rolled my eyes, 'Cocky bastard'
As soon as I said those words Chance ripped off my black leggings and threw them on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
He sat up and licked his lips as he said, "Spread your legs, baby."
I did as I was told.
I slowly opened my legs, exposing my clothed core to him.
At first his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched; but then I noticed his face drop...
"What's on your thighs?" Chance spoke softly while looking at my face with concerned eyes.
My eyes widened, 'oh shit' . I slammed my legs together and closed my eyes tightly.
Chance wasn't asking about the big scar along my femur, because well I stopped dressing around it awhile ago; Chance was talking about the scars on the inside of my thigh. My self harm scars. The ones I completely forgot about.
The scars on my thighs are darker and more noticeable than the ones on my wrists, I always cut deeper on my thighs.
"Lydia look at me" he demanded
I shook my head and closed my eyes even tighter. My lower lip started to quiver. So I sucked on it while holding it between my teeth.
