MCYT Oneshots

Never (Skephalo)

TW- Lime; making out; hickeys; talk of drugs (if you can consider it that);

This is somewhat NSFW, not completely (as it is a lime, not a lemon)

I can't decide if I like top Bad or top Skeppy so I'm just gonna switch between the two. Hope you don't mind.

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Zak gave a sigh as he flopped on the couch next to his boyfriend. He leaned is head on Bad's shoulder, watching the other switched through the shows on Netflix. Bad subconsciously curled in on Skeppys warmth.

"Any suggestions?" Bad said, pressing buttons on the remote. Skeppy hummed, replying, "No, just pick a random movie or something." He wrapped his arms around Bad's waist, pulling him close.

Bad nodded, picking the first movie that he saw. An old horror movie from the 1980's about killer 'klowns' from space. They'd seen it before but didn't mind the fact.

Bad wrapped the blanket beside them around their waists as it started, getting comfortable. It was late, maybe around midnight, but this was normal for them. They'd stay up late, not bothering about they're sleep schedules.

Rain pitter-pattered on the windows and roof, giving the atmosphere a calming tone. It was dark, the TV being the only source light.

Bad cuddled into Zak's arms, letting a feeling of safety wash over him. Skeppy rested his head on top of Bad's, breathing his scent in. He gave a gently kiss on his hair, causing the smaller boy to look up. A gaze in his eyes.

They fell into a series of soft and rough kisses, each one filled with passion. The movie playing now only back ground noise. Hands felt up Bad's sides, going under the loose shirt that wasn't his. They teased over his body, allowing him to let out soft sounds.

Skeppy loved those sounds. They were like a drug. Addictive. He pushed the boy under him, pining him to the couch cushions. He broke their bruising kiss, going in from a different approach. Light touch's from his lips traveled from Bad's jawline to his hips, biting all over.

Nights like this came often, but nether minded the commonness. People say it's a normal part of a relationship, and they wholeheartedly agreed.

Skeppy pushed up Bad's shirt all the way, leaving it on the floor for later. Even if he enjoyed and found it adorable that Bad wore his shirts, he enjoyed it just as much when he didn't have one at all.

He felt legs wrap around his hips, keeping him close. Skeppy leaned down, biting and sucking at the moaning boy's collarbone.

Zak ran his tongue over his lovers lips before giving a soft kiss. He palmed the Bad through his clothes, having the boy gasp. Letting Zak dominate the situation.

He let his tongue explore every inch. Even if he'd practically knew every curve of Bad's body, he could never get old of it. Skeppy felt like he was exploring new lands. Although he knew every pathway and cave.

He pulled back, admiring the site in front of him. The shirtless boy, he called his. Red kissed Bad's cheeks. Lust filling his eyes. Lips bruised from the constant abuse. Bite marks from his neck to his hips.

It was beautiful. . . He was beautiful.

This was a sight Zak had the chance to see. And he would be the only to see it.

With Bad moaning and slurring under him, he could never get enough. He would never get tired of this boy. Never.

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Well fuck. That sucks. But I have no idea what else to do, so. . . Yeah.

Also I noticed I made Skeppy seem a little possessive towards the end, and that was completely not the intention. I wanted it to be sweet, but it clearly didn't turn out that way.

Requests are open!!