Salvis Oneshots

🔥Meet Me in the Bathroom. (1/2)🔥

Warnings ! NSFW, hair pulling, praise , slurs, self harm mentions (not really)

Soft Dom Sal, sub Travis :)

They're age 19!! (This takes place in a college bathroom.)

-----------------2:34 p.m, Tuesday.----------------

Travis's POV

I got a text from Sal earlier saying to meet him by the bathrooms during lunch. He hasn't arrived yet. This is fucking stupid, why would he want to meet me here at all? I literally just told him and his friends off an hour ago. Whatever, it doesn't even matter. He better get here before I decide to fucking leave.

Just as those thoughts came to my head, Sal was there. Did he..change his clothes?? Earlier he was wearing a light blue hoodie with ripped jeans, and now he's wearing a fucking t-shirt and a pleaded skirt. Goddamn fag. I must admit, he did look nice. Fuck.

"Hm, you actually came." He spoke. His voice was low, and he sounded like he was tired. 

"Yeah, I fucking came. Now what do you want, SallyFace!?" As I finished my sentence, Sal pulled me by the arm into the bathroom. I furrowed my brows as I pulled away once we were standing by the sinks. "What the fuck??" I was already pissed off and he had just gotten over here.

Sal put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet or something. This pissed me off even more.

"Mmph-!!" My muffled arguments seemed to amuse Sal. I bit his hand, which caused him to pull away.

"That's not kind, Travvy." His voice became flirty, which kind of confused me. I was pissed and confused.

"Don't call me that." I stared at the ground, picking at the skin around my nails. What could he possibly want!?

"Awh..why not?" Sal started to move closer to me, which resulted in my face going pink. I looked back at him, an angered look on my face.

"Get away from me, freak!" I spat as as he took my hand. Red shades washed over my face, clashing with my olive coloured skin. Different feelings start rushing through my body. He looked so gorgeous. No, fuck. I can't think this way.

"Well look who's all red." Sal started to undo his prosthetics straps. He pulled off his prosthetic and placed it on the sink. I examined his face, looking in total awe. He was beautiful.. absolutely stunning.

"I don't look too bad, do I ..?" He asked with a genuine tone, though he chuckled slightly.

"..no. you don't." I muttered before looking away from him, my face redder than ever. Sal took his hand to my chin, making me look back over at him.

"I dont think I heard you. What did you say, Travvy?" He said with a stupid smirk. He moved closer to me, our faces just inches apart.

"I-i said you don't look bad. You look nice, even." I can't believe I was saying that to him. I can't believe I'm feeling this way towards him, either.

"Hm, thank you, darling.." he said softly as he moved his face by my ear. I felt my body getting hot. Sal kissed from my ears to the corner of my lip. I shivered a bit, completely astounded.

"Sal what are you-" he cut me off by kissing my lips, wrapping his arms around my neck. I put my hands on his waist. Guilt filled my body. I knew this was wrong, but why did it feel so good? Sal kissed down my jaw and to my neck.

"Do you like this, Blondie.?" He asked nervously. I couldn't deny it, I really did. I loved it even. I nodded before he spoke again

"I need words, darling." God I loved that. He stopped kissing my neck, waiting for a response.  I whined quietly before answering.