VP one-shots (one chapter per story).
I mostly write about angst, horror, creepy Vegas, heartbreak, heartfelt moments, and blood and gore - you got the drift.
**What's up with the weird cuts and music in the VP sex scene in episode 12? And don't tell me that this virgin ass Pete can take dick with this almost-nothing kind of preparation wtf.
Alexa, play natural moans, and Elizabeth, write a more detailed sex scene with much-needed foreplay thank you very much**
-This is my take on the VP sex scene in episode 12-
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-Vegas-
"But you like it don't you? When I'm like this," I said and stood up from the bed, getting closer to him. One of my hands caught the edges of his open shirt, closed them together, and pulled him to my side. Pete looked confused, "What are you doing?" He asked after looking down to see what my hand was touching.
He lifted his gaze, eyes staring at me intensely now. I got even closer to him, examining his face, looking at his perfect and delicate features. I noticed how he stared at me every time I was in a bad mood or even when I was sad; there was something unsaid in those dark eyes, some unspoken desire.
"Every time I get moody, your eyes tell me that you like it," I said as my hand moved on his body until it reached his face, caressing it. Our faces were close, mouths and noses almost touching. I could almost feel his breath on my skin. Pete tried to resist his urges but I saw his not-so-subtle glances on my lips. I caught myself looking at his as well, they looked plump, juicy, and soft - just begging to be kissed. I had the sudden urge to suck and bite them, to make those beautiful lips bleed. I was dying to leave a mark.
"I know exactly what I want. How about you Pete, how do you like it?" I asked while gazing straight into his eyes, my fingers playing on his collarbone, teasing.
"You're a psycho," Pete answered, but those dark eyes staring at my lips couldn't lie; his face and mouth were telling opposite truths, bringing a smile to my face.
I couldn't help but fix my gaze on his sexy lips. "Don't try to hold it. I know you're suffering inside," just like me I thought but didn't say, "let it out."
I didn't want to be the first to let go, it wouldn't be fun, so I tried teasing Pete by bringing my face closer to his, our noses almost touching again. That made him close his eyes. We were enchanted by the unbearable sexual tension in the room.
I moved away from him. "But a guy like you, it's not fun if you don't give in," I said, trying to break his resolve. And I managed, because not a second later, he caught my shirt, turned me around, and kissed me; hands closing on my nape, bringing me closer to him. I'm not going to lie, his aggressiveness surprised me for a second there, but I got hold of his face quickly, smiling and kissing him back.
