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sipping on pepsi | lance ❤️🩷

summary: you try the tiktok pepsi/fanta trend with lance, but it goes further than you both expected.

"pleaseee do this with me lance" i giggle, tugging on his arm to pull him out of the kitchen chair.

"this trend is so funny and your fans will love it" he groans playfully before standing up. "ya know, you're lucky i love you because i'm gonna look like an idiot"i smile, ignoring him as i grab a pepsi bottle and a fanta bottle out of the fridge. "this is how the video is supposed to go" i explain, showing him examples" "i'll put the pepsi down, you move it and put the fanta down, you leave frame and i hop back to meet you and we jump back forward, etc etc"he grabs the pepsi bottle from me, giving me a quick kiss before moving out of the view of the camera. i start the timer, setting the pepsi bottle down. Lance moves into frame to place down his soda, and moves back off camera. i lipsync the words, and then hop back to meet his body as he moves forward. as we both move our bodies back into frame, my butt meets the front of his hips. i don't think much of it until he groans softly. the timer ends, and i look at him. "You okay?"he laughs softly, wiping his hands over his face. "fuck.. you really don't know what you do to me, do you?"i'm confused for a minute before scanning his body and realizing. there's a noticable bulge in his pajama pants that definitely hadn't been there before we made the tiktok. i lick my lips, my heart speeding up. "Lance..." i say softly he takes a step to close the distance between us, tilting my head up and meeting our lips. the kiss starts soft, but becomes desperate, almost needy. he hasn't kissed me like this before, but i love it. he pushes my body against the table, pressing into me. my breath hitches as i feel his hardness pressed against my front. "jump." he says, his voice rough and filled with something i haven't heard from him before. i jump up and he wraps his arms around my thighs, reconnecting our lips. he moves swiftly towards the couch in the living room, not breaking the kiss. he sits on the couch, keeping me on his lap. he breaks the kiss as we both pant for air. he adjusts my position on his lap, and i feel his hardness right against the crotch of my pants. "is this okay?" "yes" i say, almost sounding desperate "good" he mumbles before diving back into my lips. he pulls my hips closer to his body, and i fully feel his hardness against my clothed core.

I gasp into the kiss softly, and he groans. i unconsciously grind down onto him, feeling the need for friction. he breaks the kiss, moaning.

he drops his lips to my neck, licking and sucking softly. his hands go around my waist to the bottom of my back, pressing me harder into him. i whimper softly as i start to feel the pleasure more deeply. Lance doesn't wear boxers with his pajamas, and all i have on are thin bottoms and barely-there panties. i can feel every ridge of his cock sliding against me, but missing the place where i need him the most. i moan as he thrusts his hips up slightly to meet my grinding.

"lance" i gasp "yes?" he groans into my neck "i'm ready. i need more."