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Her Pt 5 - Chocobros + Reader

Yeah, this is the closest I've gotten to writing smut in years...

The pounding house music was making (Y/n)'s head spin -- and the alcohol wasn't helping matters. She knew that she'd have a terrible headache the next day but right now all her addled brain could focus on were the hand on her waist and the lips on her shoulder. Her body involuntarily jerked when his tongue laved at her neck, teeth grazing against her skin.

Prompto groaned as (Y/n) ground against him, his fingers tightening at her sides. With half-lidded eyes, the blond pulled her impossibly closer, his lips attaching themselves to the base of her neck.

"P-Prom..." her breathless whine had him sinking his teeth into her shoulder, a smirk on his lips at the sound of her moan.

***

She didn't know how they got back to her house, but she had a feeling her friend was involved. But right now she couldn't care any less.

"F-fuck, Prom," (Y/n) cried, her hands fisting in her bed sheets as Prompto nipped and suckled at her throat. She felt the smirk on the blond's lips when they travelled to her collarbone. He treated it the same way he had treated her throat, biting and marking her skin.

And she could only lay there, completely at Prompto's mercy.

"Six, you're skin is amazing," she heard the boy mutter against her shoulder. His hands found their way beneath her shirt, fingers stroking the skin of her stomach and pressing open-mouth kisses to her shoulder.

"It's so smooth. Makes me wonder, how would it feel against mine?" Once it had been said, Prompto's near indigo eyes flitted to hers, the question glaringly obvious. "How about we find out?"

With all the grace one could expect from a -- albeit drunk -- horny teenage boy, Prompto's fingers drew (Y/n)'s shirt over her head and went to her back to play with the clasp of her bra. Violet hues eyed her with a veritable hunger, the likes of which she had never been the subject of. His eyes swirled with both lust and adoration as he drank in her appearance.

"You're a goddess," he groaned, fingers fumbling with his dress shirt as he straddled her. She scraped together enough willpower to sit up and pull the blond towards her once more, pushing the shirt from his shoulders as their lips connected. Prompto was quick to pull the girl into his lap, one hand going to rest on her back and the other on her thigh. His tongue darted out to lick her lips, making (Y/n) moan, finger tightening in his hair as she parted her lips for him. As if to keep her from running, his hand on her back went to cup the back of her head, pressing their bodies even closer together as he tasted her.

"Gods, how was I lucky enough to find you," he growled, fingers knotting in her hair. He took one look at her dazed look and he felt what remained of his self-control disappear. (Y/n)'s back hit the bed, Prompto struggling with the skirt about her waist. He was just about fed up with the article when a hand grasped at his bicep. Looking (Y/n) in the eyes, his mouth went dry at the smile she was directing at him. With relative ease, she shed the skirt, tossing it somewhere in the room before pulling Prompto towards her.

"C'mon, Prom. Your turn," she whispered against his ear, wishing she'd never wake from this dream as the blond scrambled out of his pants and boxers. But his previous enthusiasm to bed his classmate screeched to a halt, his brain finally comprehending what they were about to do. (Y/n) picked up on his hesitation and gave him a frown when he made no move to come back to the bed.

She stood from her bed, coming to stand in front of the frozen blond. Violet met (e/c) and she pressed their bodies together, twining her arms around his neck and bringing his face to hers.

"I need this, Prom. I need you." Just those two sentences and the blond was putty in her hands. Now that the alcohol wasn't giving him courage, Prompto was afraid, but her words had calmed him. He placed his hands on her waist, leaning down to capture her lips. Seeing as he wasn't hesitating anymore, (Y/n) finished shedding what remained of her clothing, pressing her body as close to the blond's as possible.

Prompto pushed her back towards the bed, clambering on top of her and kissing her once more.

"Prom, please..."