sex doll | m.c.

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i walked into my class late, the heads turning, the teacher pausing.

"sorry." i say and sit in the back of the class.

"luna, this is the last time, you have a detention."

i rolled my eyes, "okay."

i heard a light chuckle from the middle row of desks.

i wouldn't see who it was, so i just ignored it.

i received a text from him.

b: tonight babe?

l: sure babe

b: see you tonight ;)

i shut my phone off and actually tried to pay attention.

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blake met me at my locker when school was over.

i grabbed my pack of cigs, but dropped them when someone bumped into me.

"sorry." he said.

it was a dark-haired boy, although he had a couple tattoos and blonde streaks in is hair, he seemed pleasant.

"thanks." i say.

i start to walk away, but turn back.

i take out one of my pink cigarettes and hand it to him.

he smiles and twists it within his fingers.

i walk out with blake, his hand resting on my lower back.

he drove to his house.

i dropped my things in his room and sat on his bed.

he sat next to me and grabbed my legs, draping them over his body.

i hooked my arms around his neck.

his lips connected to my neck.

this was all part of the game; a game he had no idea he was playing.

he laughed against my skin, making my neck vibrate a little.

my neck arched back and he nibbled furiously on my skin.

he sucked on my skin, leaving his mark on me, along with the others that started to fade.

he got up and locked the door. he put some loud music on.

he undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

i pulled off his shirt, throwing it to one side of the room.

his lips connected with mine harshly.

his hands lifted under my shirt, basically ripping the shirt off of me, but connecting with my lips once again.

his force pushed me on my back onto his bed.

he gently slid my skirt off of my legs along with my knee-high socks.

his thumb connected with my underwear, his fingers slipping under them.

blake glides them over my legs, putting them to the floor.

he hovers over my core, his hot breaths making the wetness grow.

i flip him over so i'm on top of him.

his hands attach to my hips.

i go down on him, making both of us moan, hearing skin against skin.

i start riding him.

he bites his lip, trying to hold in all of the moans.

his lip starts bleeding, droplets of blood forming on his lip and smeared when he rubbed his lips together.

"do you want me to stop?" i start going slow now.

he growls and grinds his hips into mine.

then he flips me over.

his bloody lips connect with mine, tasting it.

he thrusts into me as his head remains at my chest, his eyes watching me.

oh this game, this stupid one he doesn't even know he's playing.

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i woke up seeing blake still sleeping.

i crept out of bed and put my clothes on quietly.

i snuck out the window with my phone and backpack in my arms. 

i ran to jack's house (bestfriend).

when i walked in, he was chatting with a boy with this firey red/orange hair.

"hey." i say, placing my bag and grabbing some clothes from my backpack and making a dodge to the bathroom. 

i walked out in my shorts and black top.

"who's the kid?"

"i'm in your class luna. you know, michael, the one with the teacher that gave you a detention?"

i rolled my eyes and nodded. 

i grabbed my cigarette pack and took three from it. 

we all went outside.

i handed them each a pastel pink cigarette.

i lit my own and jacks. 

when i went to light michael's, he pulled away, keeping it. 

i shrugged.

i handed michael my own and he took one drag off of it. 

michael ended up leaving soon after that. 

"so what was he about?" i ask jack.

"that's your next one luna."

my eyes widened.

michael seemed kinda off. he seemed like he was hiding something.

"uh okay." i said.

we hung out for a while.

blake called me a few times, so i blocked his number for a little while.

the rest of the day was boring.

all i did was sleep, smoke, and eat.

that was my usual plans for every night.