o. FUTURE NOSTALGIA ❝ I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT. MY NAMES ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE.❞
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˙ ˖ ✩ ━━━ brooke.
𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨. ▍rosesometimeswrites on tumblr.
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▍Sub!Brooke | Soft!Dom!Reader | Female Masturbation • Public Masturbation • Public Sex (Montana is Asleep in the Other Bunk) | First Time • Loss of Virginity (Brooke Loses to Reader) | Fingering | Oral (Reader Giving to Brooke) | Soft Dirty Talk
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𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞. ▍ you're the one that takes brookes virginity.
Camp Redwood had fallen victim to the lull of night. All lights had been shut off throughout the rural, summer settlement, and the ruckus of partying from before had been swapped for a much more soothing ripple of the water outside the cabin and the occasional hoot of an owl. Even the gentle snoring of your bunkmates, and the sounds of the wood creaking each time they repositioned, were of no bother.
Until the mattress over where Brooke was sleeping kept squeaking.
Annoyance slowly bled into your sleepy consciousness. Figuring that maybe she was just having trouble getting comfortable (the poor girl did experience a major trauma just before coming), you forced yourself to keep quiet. Surely it wasn't easy for Brooke to come to camp with you all just after surviving an attack in her own apartment. The world was becoming a frightening place to live, and it hit close to home for you as well, having one of the latest victims (or almost victims) being someone that you not only knew, but that you had come to truly adore.
Long minutes passed at a turtle's pace before you could no longer take the incessant squeaking of rusted metal on rusted metal. You let out an aggravated sigh and turned over to face the bed where Brooke was sleeping for the summer, prepared to ask, as nicely as you could, for her to find a comfortable position and just stay there. The sight you were met with, however, halted the words where they rested on your tongue.
