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Chapter 12. Dreams and Nightmares

SMUT WARNING
THERE SHALL AND WILL BE SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER!!!
IF YOU ARE AN INNOCENT SMOL BEAN, SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

- Third Person POV -

It's now 3am and the party is only just starting to calm down, (y/n) and all of her friends that came to celebrate are almost falling asleep on the dance floor. Marcel and (y/n) decided to wrap the party up and turn the music off, wouldn't want a noice complaint, I'm sure Craig is more than sick of those.

By now, everyone is either in the cars passed out or barely making it to a hotel or home. (Y/n) and Marcel decided that they'll head back to Marcel'a house seeing as though it's closer, otherwise it's an hour walk home.

- Marcel's POV -

As (y/n) and I tumble into the house, drunk and giggly, I can't help but checking her out for the hundredth time tonight. She looks a little more tired then she usually is, I mainly see her all hyped up and bouncing off the walls.

"Marcel," she yawns, lying down on the couch, almost falling off straight away. "Come cuddle with me." My lucky night, this might be fun. I walk to the couch, lying beside her and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She faces me, I just stare into her beautiful eyes. Then she kisses me, her soft perfect lips joining mine, I can feel her tongue slightly moving around in excitement. That's when she crawls on top of me, I place my hands on her waist as she wraps her arms around my head, we begin to make out a bit rougher. God I can feel my spot getting harder every time her tongue brushes against mine. I move my hands lower so they're just resting on her perfect ass, it's a shame that I'm drunk, would be better if I were sober. "Wait, Marcel, do you have, you know, protection?" Fuck...

"Shit, no, sorry babe," I mumble, dammit, I was gonna get laid. Stupid Marcel! Always carry that shit on you, especially when you have a drunk fun girlfriend! Ugh.

"It's okay, we can still do other stuff," she giggles, sliding down my body until her head is at my spot. Oh my god, holy shit, no way. She starts to undo my belt, then unzipping my pants, all while looking up at me with her cheeky grin. Then she gets to my underwear, aw looks up at me once again. "May I?" I swallow, then smile, relax Marcel, it'll be fine.

"You may, you don't have to though," I reassure her, I don't wanna pressure her into doing something she doesn't wanna do.

"Okay," she giggles, crawling back up me quickly and pecking me on the lips. Then she goes back down, it's so noticeable that I'm hard, oh my god. Then she lowers my underwear band, exposing her toy. She bites her lip, then lowers her head so it's level with my spot. That's when she starts to lick from the bottom to the top, teasing me like the little devil she is. I groan, god, this feels so good. That's when she wraps her soft wet lips around it, gently bobbing up and down, her tongue dancing all over it. I groan, this time louder, I can feel the urge to thrust up or arch my back, but I don't wanna choke her. She keeps going, faster and better with every second. I can feel the urge to groan louder, I just let it go.

"Oh, (y/n), you're sooo good," I groan, sitting up and stroking through her hair as she bobs up and down. She stops sucking for a minute, looking up at me with her big puppy dog eyes.

"Am I doing good hun?" she asks, biting her lips, starting to give me a gentle handjob. I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her in for a kiss. As our lips seperate, I kiss her forehead slightly.

"You're doing amazing."

- Your POV -

As Marcel and I sit quietly in bed, all cuddled up to each other, I can feel the alcohol running out. I'm so tired. And in no time, I'm dead asleep, my head on Marcel's chest.

By now I'm in a deep sleep, blanket half dragged off the bed, and I'm pretty sure Marcel is half hanging on the floor. It's weird, I'm asleep yet I'm saying all of this. Pays to be in a lucid dream. I'm in control of everything, if I wanted to I could start flying, or become a millionare. Instead, I'm just lying next to Marcel in bed, just like I am in person. But there's always a problem with dreams, even ones when you're in control, you're never fully in control.

"(Y/n)," I glance over to Marcel who was silently lying with me, has he even been asleep?

"Y-yeah," I studder, a little cold from the chilled air. He looks so blank, it's scary.

"You're dead to me..." that's when the sheets of the bed fall into a hole, I start falling down into the darkness, I panic. I can feel my physical body starting to worry, tossing around as if I were actually falling. It's just a dream, I can't die. How long will I fall for? I can see the hole in the bed that I fell down get smaller and smaller as I decent deeper into the darkness. That's when I stop falling, hitting the hard floor, I get up.

"Marcel...?" A whimper, looking around. There's no light in this place at all. That's when I see a spotlight in the distance, as my eyes adjust I can see who it is, it's Marcel, and me... he's holding me by my throat, a gun up to my head. "Marcel, what are you doing!" I call out, he just smiles. Then pulls the trigger. I shoot up out of bed, awaking from the nightmare, I was meant to be in control, what happened? I can feel the sweat dripping down my face, my pulse racing. It's only a nightmare... it's okay