EMO BAND TEXTS 2 - EMO QUARTET AU

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I just wanna say,, it is currently 3:32 on a Saturday morning.

Sorry for typos if there is any.

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MONDAY
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October 3rd 2022
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8:37 PM / 20:37
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"Alex, can you just drop me off at Mikey's place?" I asked as Alex sighed, taking a turn on Bridge Street.

"Fine. But only because Dunkin' Donuts is on the way."

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8:52 PM / 20:52
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I opened the door to Mikey's house and pulled the key out of the door afterwards.

"Mikey!" I shouted as I heard a shout back, "I'm in my room!"

I sighed, closing the front door and beginning to walk over to the staircase, then up the stairs.

Once I reached his room, he propped himself up on one elbow.

"Hey," he patted next to him, signaling me to walk over and sit next to him.

"Hey," I greeted, closing his dark red bedroom door behind me as I walked over to his bed, kicking off my shoes before I collapsed next to him on the bed.

"Im going to go ahead and assume that you're exhausted, and your fingers are numb?" Mikey chuckled, wrapping his left arm around me as I nodded.

"Never thought being in a band would be that stressful. But then again, we are all girls."

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" Mikey craned his neck to the left to look at me.

"Well," I started as I looked over at him.

The look in his eyes said 'get your own goddamn branding, thot'.

"I know something we can try," I answered, smiling when he slightly tugged on the bottom of my Waterparks tank top. I lifted my arms and he tossed my shirt, along with my bra, doing the same with his.

Well.

He didn't have a bra though.

I pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart, and he responded by capturing my lips in his.

He licked his way into my mouth, bringing along the taste of spearmint gum and that sweet taste I can always pin point as him. He kissed me slowly, drawing needy sounds from my lips while his hands roam over my exposed skin. His fingers pinched my sides and I jump, a giggle spilling from my mouth. He smiled at you after, ducking in to kiss me with hazel, sparkling eyes.

"I love you," I hummed, "jerk."

"Little backhanded there, princess." He said, still smiling as I grin and shake your head.

"How many times have I told you to not call me that?"

"As many times as I've called you princess, princess."

I kissed him softly before pulling away and standing up. Mikey looked up at me like I was the moon, the only source of light in the darkness, almost looking in awe.

I blushed and shimmied out of my white skinny jeans and underwear, pulling him up so he can do the same, and then pushing him back down. I climbed into his lap, kissing him deeply and moving my hips in a rhythm that matches that of our lips.

Mikey's hands rested on my hips and mine move to his blond-brown hair that's a mess from me constantly running your fingers through it. He helped me line myself up with his aching cock and I sink down, both of us groaning in relief. I pull him up so he's sitting, wrapping my legs around his waist and moving my hips back and forth at a slow pace.

Ughhhh I just wanna fuck.

I ain't here for this 'making love' shit.

"Mikey," I mumble into his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Can't you just fuck me? Hard?"

I heard him laugh a bit before pressing his lips back up against mine.

He's hitting me deeply, making my g-spot a target.

He's kissing me, refusing to detach from my lips and, frankly, I'm not complaining.

I can feel the coil tightening and we speed up our movements, gasping and breathing against his mouth, sharing each breath we take. I can't look away from his face, watching him moan and groan with each movement.

His hand leaves my waist to press against my clit, playing with the bundle of nerves until I cried out his name, coming around him and triggering his own orgasm.

"Mikey..." I whined out his name.

"I love you," He talked lowly into my ear.

I mean.

I could've figured that out on my own.

But I guess it's nice to have a little reminder.

Mikey's face twisted in pleasure as my name fell from his lips, and I commit the moment to memory, always blown away by how beautiful he looks when he comes.

Pretty Boy.

The idiot I proudly call my lover kissed me again, lazily mashing his lips with mine. I smile and break the kiss, bumping noses and running my fingers through his slightly damped hair from the sweat so it's out of his face.

"Thank you," I mumbled, "Completely stress free now," I laid down at Mikey places himself next to me.

"Anything for my princess." Mikey replied, grinning when I giggled.

"When shall you stop calling me 'Princess'?"

"When I die, mon amour."

"When will that be, exactly?" I asked, turning to him with a smile on my face.

"Wh- babe!" He scoffed, pulling me closer to him as our sweaty, sticky bodies clung together.

"Tomorrow? Wednesday? Next Tuesday? My birthday?"

"Babe- stop," he slightly shook his head as I could only laugh at him.

"Well," I detached myself from my beautiful boyfriend, "I'm gonna go take a shower," I stood up, collecting my articles of clothing from the floor.

Right before I walked away, I heard his voice speak up, "what if I need one too?"

I simply smirked without turning back around to face
him.

"You can wait 10 minutes," I stated.

He did NOT wait ten minutes.

Or even five.