Marcel Styles [ON HOLD]

Touchdown!!!!

~A/N One shot for zarah_styles :D

WARNING: THERE IS A SCENE THAT CONTAINS SEXUAL INTWRCOURSE

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I was at my friend's house and played the piano and sang as Marcel played guitar and listened to a song that a wrote, then afterwards, I smiled at him. I took his glasses off and sat next to him.

"Are you going tonight?" I asked.

"To what?"

"The game, silly."

"I don't think so..."

"Aw, come on. Please? I'm cheering tonight." I pouted.

"Of course you are. You're head cheerleader, Sarah."

"Please, Marcel."

"But-"

"I'm keeping your glasses unless you go."

"Fine."

"Yay!"

I got up and did a funny cheer for him then ended it with a high kick. He laughed, then applauded as I tackled him in a hug.

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We were cheering when I saw Marcel take a seat and I almost forgot the routine as I noticed him without glasses, without his hair slicked down, and he wore casual clothes. When we finished the routine and sat next to him and hugged him.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Better late than never."

"So how many more routines do you have left?"

"We have one final big one."

"I missed the others?" He asked with a pout.

"Don't worry, you've seen me do them so many times that you practically have them memorized." I giggled.

"I hope it's not a bad time for me to ask you out."

"Wait...what?"

"Would...would like to go out sometime...with me?"

"Yes, Marcel, I'd love to." I said before kissing him.

Before we knew it, it was time for our final routine and after I did five back handsprings and got lifted to the top for a kick, I noticed Marcel standing and clapping with everyone else. After the routine, I sat next to him again and he wrapped his jacket around me.

"You know, most cheerleaders want to date the head of the football team." (American football) He began with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah? When, I've got my star player right here." I smiled before kissing him.

We looked back at the game in time to see our team's fastest player running and once he made that final touchdown, we all cheered.

"How about we touchdown somewhere else?" I hinted.

He blushed, then we drove back to his house since nobody was home and headed up to his room. We made out and before we knew it, we were naked, under the sheets, and Marcel was positioned at my entrance with a condom already on. He kissed me as he slowly rolled into me, then brought his lips to my neck as he slowly thrusted in and out of me. I dug my nails into his skin and arched my back as I moaned his name, then he gradually quickened his pace. After a while I climaxed, the seconds after, he did too, then kissed once more before collapsing next to me and pulling me into him.

"I love you, Sarah."

"I love you too, Marcel."

"I just want to hold you forever."

"Please?"

His green eyes bore into my hazel ones as he brushed my light brown hair back.

"So are we making music again tomorrow?" He asked with a grin.

"Yup and you get your glasses back."

"Keep them."