I groan looking at Tweek. 'Why do you want me to meet them? You know I don't like them because of what they do to you.' Tweek shrugs. 'They asked if I was dating anyone.' He places his hands on my waste wrapping them very close to my ass. 'And, I want to show you off.' I smile kissing him. 'You're such a cutie.'
I move off him looking at how hot he looks in his fancy pants and buttoned up shirt, he has the top couple buttons undone but not enough to show off his MILLIONS of hickeys I give him. I play around with his hair, I laugh. 'You washed your hair?' He blushes grabbing my hands. 'Shut up.' I ask standing back. 'Does my outfit look nice?'
He smiles. 'Of course babe.' We walk downstairs and Tweeks mum asks. 'So, Tweek. Never answered my question, are you dating anyone?' Tweek nods wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me close. 'Yes, Craig.' I wave smiling. 'Hi!' She looks me up and down disgusted. 'Him? I'm fine with you dating boys but. . .him?' I feel Tweeks grip tense up as I stammer. 'Uh, your grips kind of hurting me. . .' He snaps out of it and quickly says worriedly. 'Sorry! I'm so sorry!'
I say quickly. 'It's fine! It just hurt a bit.' He nods as his mum groans. 'Is he staying for dinner?' Tweek nods. 'I'd enjoy it if he could.' His mum sighs. 'Fine, just. . . no pda or anything.' Tweek sighs dragging me back upstairs with him, he kisses me shutting and locking his door, I ask confused. 'Why'd you lock your door?'
He answers taking off his shirt. 'Cause. . .I just want to hold you for a couple minutes.' I walk close moving around his head looking at his hickeys. 'Oh god, I really need to stop bitting so hard. . .' Tweek laughs sitting down on his bed grabbing my hands. 'No, it feels nice, why'd you stop?'
I sit on his lap. 'I don't know, it just looks really bad after it. Like, your neck and chest! It looks like I'm abusing you!' Tweek laughs kissing me. 'Listen, I love it. It feels great, "stimulates" my body, and. . .' He whispers in my ear, grabbing my ass full hand. 'It really turns me on.' I laugh. 'So, you don't want me to stop?' I hide my face in his neck rubbing my lips against his neck lightly.
He nods. 'I don't, I really don't want you to stop.' I lick his neck lightly whispering. 'I'd tear your neck to shreds but. . .don't really want to make myself seem worst to your parents.' He sighs standing up. 'Fine.' I whisper rubbing back. 'Pretty soon we can hang out at my place. . .and no parents mean no bad impressions.'
Tweek laughs kissing me. 'I'd love that. . .you know, being able to make you scream louder and louder. . .and louder.' I blush grabbing one of his shirts and chucking it at him. 'Put it on!' He laughs rolling his eyes.
I hear a knock on the door. 'Dinners ready! No sex or anything like that!' I look at Tweek laughing, we walk downstairs as I notice Tweeks wearing a hoodie that smells like cum cause well. . . I kind of came on it? It's a long story.
I whisper in Tweeks ear. 'Your shirt. . ."stinks". . .' Tweek looks down saying. 'Shit, I gotta go change.' He runs upstairs. . .leaving me alone. . .WITH HIS PARENTS! This isn't good. . . I stand there as his mum asks. 'So, do you have a job?' I nod. 'Yeah, I work in a fish and chip shop.' Tweeks mum asks. 'Can you bake?' I nod. 'Yes? Why?' She asks. 'How about, you come and work at Tweek bros?' I shake my head. 'No thanks, Tweek gets overworked, I don't really want that.'
She shrugs. 'It'll give him less work and more time off.' I say. 'I need to pay for an apartment. . .' She nods. 'Of course, you'll get paid.' I nod. 'I'll do it.' Tweek comes down in a shirt that I haven't came on. He smiles. 'Hey, baby.' I blush looking down. 'Uh, hey Tweek. . .' He's going to be pissed when he finds out I took the job. . .
Tweeks mum puts the food on the table and sits us down. . .Tweeks dad comes in. . . Tweek hums. 'So. . .hows the coffee shop going?' Tweeks mum smirks at me. 'Just got a new employee.' I look down as Tweek rubs his hand along my thigh, I kick Tweeks foot with mine as he grins at me.
Tweek asks. 'Who is it?' She answers. 'You know him, isn't that right, Craig?' I sit up. 'Uh. . .yeah, you do.' She smiles. 'Your first day starts tomorrow Craig. 6 am.' Tweek says confused looking at me. 'You took a job there?!' I nod. 'She said that you'd work less and it wouldn't be that bad for you.' Tweek stands up. 'Craig and I are going back to his place, and no mum. He isn't coming to his shift tomorrow.'
Tweeks mum laughs as Tweek starts walking upstairs. 'No sex. . .' Tweek says annoyed. 'Already done it!' I quickly follow him up, he packs random clothes in a bag and grabs my hand and I ask. 'Why are you so angry?' He looks at me. 'I'm not mad.' We walk down and then back to my house. . .I ask as we get through the door. 'Why are you so mad?'
He answers. 'Cause I don't want you to be overworked. The only thing that I even want you to be worn out over is sex.' I laugh a bit. 'Babe. . .I just hate how you have to work every single day, and trying to take a day off is such an issue.' He sighs kissing me. 'I don't want that happening to you.'
I nod. 'I'll visit you whenever you want. . .I just don't want you to be upset.' He nods. 'I'll be upset, if you were going through it.'
Hope you enjoyed! Bye!
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No! I don't like him!\ \ \Femine Craig X Masculine Tweek./ / /
FanficI honestly have no idea what I'm doing anymore. ---- Craig is poor after his parents getting tired of him, he still goes to school but lives in a tiny 1 bedroom apartment that's actually dying. Tweek's family pumps him full of gallons of coffee a da...
