Punks & Pastels (kellic)

Chapter 8

if it wasn't obvious in the last chapter, this is indeed an mpreg. this is my first time ever writing one because ive never imagined myself doing it. so bear with me, and i think this will be the only mpreg i'll ever write :)

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I woke up and the only thing I could feel is Vic's arms around me, my pounding headache, and my extremely dry throat. I needed water.

I removed his hands from my torso and got out of bed. I didn't even make it two steps away from the door before toppling over.

"Ow," I muttered before picking myself up.

"Kellin?" Vic asked in a groggy voice.

"I'm thirsty," I told him. "I-I need water,"

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I sighed outwardly and shook my head. I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to just disappear. I just wanted to be gone. I just wanted to shut down. But mostly, I just wanted my momma back. That one question never made me feel better, you know I'm sad. So of course I'm not okay.

"I just want my mommy," I told him truthfully.

"Come here," he said holding out his arms. I didn't wait one second before quickly getting into them. "I don't like it when you're sad, darling,"

I really liked that name. It's really cute and endearing, and it made me smile. Moment like these, I like to treasure with him. They were so full of, like? I wanted to say love, because I could feel myself falling harder for him everyday. I really, really, really liked him, but not 100% love.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, I nodded and tilted my head up.

His warm lips pressed against my cool one and they did the same thing to me like they always did: shoot electricity through me. I wrapped my arms around Vic's neck and pulled him down on top of me while I laid on my back. His body hovered over mine and he lowered himself onto me. Good thing he wasn't heavy.

He was definitely dominating this situation as he bite my lip, causing me to gasp so his tongue could brush against mine. He would deepen the kiss and I would just try to keep up. The kiss started to get heated, which is the exact opposite of where I wanted to head. His hands gripped my hip and he pulled them up so he grind against me.

Crap, crap, crap. No, I didn't meant for this to go this far. His hips moved faster to which the point he was practically humping me.

"Mmm, Vic, stop it," I whimpered, pushing him away.

"What?" He asked breathing heavily. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry, I really am," I sighed scooting back so I could sit up properly. "I didn't intend for it to go this far. It's so unfair to you,"

"It's fine," he said getting up and leaving the room.

I criss-crossed my legs and looked down at my lap. He hates me. I just can't right now, I don't know why. I guess our first time is still lingering in my mind saying beware. But Vic promised he'd be gentle. I just felt like yanking out my hair, when ever I get stressed that's the first thing I always feel like doing.

My thoughts were interrupted when Vic came in the door, this time with a glass of water in his hand. He came and sat by me and handed me the drink. I smiled and drank some.