Dom’s Babydoll

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[museiums]

artist: brunna mancuso

[domsbabydoll]

There are stars on my heart

whole constellations and galaxies --

I can show you. step into the blackhole

a leap of faith

a stupid decision

maybe both

take me to bed

when souls converge through flesh

and your touch curls around the back of my mind

your breath warm on my neck,

saliva cool on my nipples

as we rise in pleasure.

not until time slows

there is nothing but you, but me, this feeling that consumes

your hand gripping my breast

so absurdly in the present that I am vibrating

past, present, and future colliding

and I am letting go

overtaken by your intimacy

the energy transferring into unspeakable pleasure.

I gasp and I whimper, I moan your name and I

I cum, 4 u

your eyes aglow as supernovae burst out of my chest

when I call your name, meteor showers paint the field of your vision.

you make a wish.

As the channel to the cosmos closes

a small wedge remains open

just big enough for your soul to never let go of mine.

[domsbabydoll]

Sweet boy,

With eyes so chocolate brown

yet, so blue

I’ve got mad love for you

For the way your presence is slight but mighty

A slender frame with much and more to appreciate

A voice sung so sweetly with words so timely

Steady hands that strum strings in delicate ways.

I might be —

Wishing for a taste of your body’s embrace

Sometimes I wonder where your smile has been

And if I will ever know the honor of being on it’s’ receiving end.

[domsbabydoll]

Babydoll’s Interlude

Your toes curl as the pleasure sweeps you away. Your hands imbedded in his golden locks, his face sweetly brimmed in moisture against yours.

Elliot was on top, both of you naked and tangled up in each other. He was stroking the length of himself inside of you, a measurable length.

Uh-mazing— that’s how it felt.

“Don’t. Stop” you panted, begging.

‘I won’t, Babydoll, not until I see your sweet fucking face as you cum all over this dick’

The sweet intensity in his eyes told you he meant it. You gyrated your hips, feeling out the width of him, the pleasure of how his throbbing cock filled every inch of you, stroking every nerve of pleasure inside, the static building.

He expertly moved, quickly, slowly, deliberately, but, somehow recklessly— it drove you wild.

‘God, you’re so pretty. I love watching your beautiful fucking face as I give you all of this dick, baby girl.’

HOW IS HE SO GOOD AT THIS!? You don’t know how to respond, you just know that it feels sooo-oooo good, so you lead with that:

“You feel so damn good inside of me Elliot”

‘Yea, say my name baby’

“Elli-“ you gasp as his hand begins stroking your clit.

“Elliot!” You loudly gasp in surprise.

He smirks and you laugh— a free and happy laugh. You bite your lips and close your eyes, just feeling how wonderful this is, you run your hands up and down his lean chest, his skin smooth as his intoxicating scent fills your nostrils.

The hand stroking your clit slides up your stomach, over your stretch marks, past your naval, all the way up to a breast, which he lifts up and-— he begins sucking on your nipple. There is hunger in his movements and in the smacking noises that come from his mouth. A low growl against your stimulated nipple causes you to jerk back in ecstasy.

You open your eyes and it hits you, how pretty he looks right there, looking up at you, now slowly stroking your nipple with his tongue and massaging your breast with his hand.

His eyes stare deeply into yours and not only do you feel your body about to gush, more than that, you feel your heart about to burst and gush, too. Oh my god, you love him.

The stimulation of his cock and tongue, his gaze, how beautiful he looks right now— it’s all too much, your body tightens. He feels it and works fervently, staring more intensely than ever into your eyes.

Your brows furrowed, mouth parted in an open pout, you feel it rising and rising,

“Yes yes yes yes yes, oh, Elliot, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum.” Your eyes instinctively close

‘Open your eyes, Babydoll.’ You feel more than hear the whispered request against your tingling nipple.

You open your eyes. As soon as they lock with Elliot’s, you feel yourself cumming harder than you’ve ever cum.

He continues to stroke you, the orgasm lasting for what feels like ever. He releases your breast from his mouth, moving his face up to kiss you- so sweetly, so softly. You giggle, stroking his face and ask:

“What do you want, baby?”

‘I want you on top.’

You look at him, a little bit hesitant. You’ve never done that baby and are afraid you’re too big to do that.

He kindly smiles, seeing your face and knowing.

‘You won’t hurt me baby, trust me, but if you don’t want to, we can try something else. I just want you to know that I can handle everything your body has to offer.’

You shiver as your breath catches. You suddenly feel a wave of confidence.

“Let’s do this” you say with a sheepish smirk.

He grins from ear-to-ear as he moves positions so that he is leaning back and propping his head up on a pillow. He looks at you, that dopey (and sexy) smile still playing on his face.

You gracefully swing a leg over him and adjust yourself until you are straddled over him. You use your hand to slowly slide him back inside of you. The air is still for a moment as his face freezes in concentration, eyes wide and on you, gasping as the full length of him slips in.

‘Feels like home’ he whispers.

You slowly shift your hips back and forth, leaning your hands on the bed to support you, your breasts hanging near his face.

It feels good.

You clench and release as you moved your hips up and down, back and forth. Wow, shoutout to kegel exercises, you think, as you look down and see the surprise mingled with approval on his face, his lips parted in an an O while nodding, a small smile peaking out as a stuttered laugh escapes from his mouth.

“Damn, Y/N, you look so hot right now. This feels so good.” He bites his lip, eyeing your breasts, which have been swinging just in front of his face, inadvertent brushing against the hair on his chin. He hungrily bites at one nipple and while cupping the other breast, gently pinching its’ nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasp, this feels even better than when he was on top. You feel powerful, in control. You move your hips so that his penis is stimulating JUST the right spot of your clitoris.

You’re in heaven, it feels like you’re going to cum again.

You’re bouncing and grinding, shifting and clenching in turns. You feel Elliot’s breath quickening in time with your own quickened breath. You’re making eye contact, you feel it again, not just the impending orgasm, but the fullness-to-bursting in your heart.

“I love you, Elliot” you softly say, almost involuntarily as the static in you builds to a crescendo.

He emits a shuddered gasp, his eyes brimming with emotion.

‘I love you too, Babydoll.’

You two cum at the same time in a chorus of moans, praising gods and writhing in pleasure until your bodies melt into one another.

You are laying next to him, head on his chest. Sunlight peaks in from the slits in the curtains, warming your already perspiring skin as you hear birds chirping outside. He is playing with your hair and humming a tune you don’t know.

“What’s that you’re humming?”

‘Just something I’m working on, Babydoll.’

You smile, closing your eyes, falling asleep to his tune.

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[domsbabydoll]

The light inside of you

“This piece is unfinished, but I really wanted to share what I’ve got so far with y’all…”

Cups clink and whispered chatter buzzes in the air of the cafe.

You’ve been coming to the Thursday evening open mic nights for months now, and every time you perform your poetry, it’s like his eyes are boring right into you— Elliot, that guy who plays the guitar and sings. You don’t know him, but you feel like you do; you both have been pouring your heart out on this stage to a rotating audience for weeks now.

You two are the constants, you two have learned so much about each other through watching each other perform. Like, earlier tonight, he sang this heartbreakingly beautiful song about letting go of a friend, his hope that it was worth it. You heard someone roughly whispering that they thought it was too long, you evil-glared at them. It truly was a gorgeous song, he put his whole heart out there… maybe it was time to finally shoot your shot. If he could show brutal vulnerability, so could you.

You can’t be losing your mind. You could SWEAR that there’s been this building sexual and emotional tension between you two. Every time you perform, it’s like he’s not looking AT you, it’s like he’s looking INSIDE you, an intense look in his eyes. Every time he performs, you watch with rapt attention and sometimes, you could swear he was smirking seductively at you…

Okay, you can do this.

You clear your throat, take a deep sigh, and begin, heart racing:

“Your skin gleams, yellow and gold like a light beam

My blood burns, red, hot and smoldering—

Cheeks flushing pink from the heat when your eyes catch a hold of me”

Like a magnet, his eyes lock on yours from the Audience.

… “chocolate brown eyes as sweet as honey, I—

Feel the heat and stickiness of this lust building inside

I just want to die a little death in your arms tonight

Le petite mort—giving release to the tension that hangs in the air between

I’ve been swimming in your vulnerability for weeks and weeks now and am in awe of your lightness

The way you float on air despite the heaviness and tightness of what burdens you

There is unfathomable light inside of you

I catch glimpses when I think I catch you looking at me

And as your gaze leaks light into me, I am humbled by the flashes of galaxies not yet fully seen by me or, as I suspect, anybody, and I yearn to find more and much

I’m hungry to know your physical touch

Have I said too much? My heart sometimes speaks quicker than my tongue

But my tongue is tied between reciting poetry in awe of your beauty and doing naughty things to you

A different kind of poetry

The kind that speaks in touch and sounds more than words…

Thank you, that’s all I have for now” you say, shyly. A chorus of claps are a soundtrack as you walk off the stage.

You feel Elliot’s gaze following you. You look over at him. He offers you a small but distinct smile and nods his head towards toward the door- a silent invitation. He heads outside and you follow him.

Once outside, he pulls out and lights a joint, taking a long drag and offers it to you. You partake and pass it back.

‘That was a beautiful poem,’ he offers, ‘I just have one question for you’

You thank him for the compliment and look expectantly for the question.

‘You really think I’m that special?’

You’re shocked— he knows it’s about him.

He quietly laughs, not unkindly, seeing your expression. ‘I’ve been feeling that tension between us too. I just didn’t know how to approach you. It’s weird, it’s like we don’t know each other but we do, like, we really know each other.’ You nod in agreement. ‘So it is about me, yea?’ Again, you nod. ‘Sooo.’

“Oh, yes” you remember his question. “I do think you’re special. You’re not like any guy our age that I’ve ever met. I don’t know. I think you’ve gone through some shit, maybe that’s it. I just know that when I watch you sing and play, I feel like I’m staring at the sun. It makes me feel warm and-‘

He was kissing you. You didn’t see the way his eyes welled up. The way he felt seen in a way like never before. How his heart lurched forward and kissing you felt almost involuntary, like it was almost inevitable. He broke free.

‘I’m sorry, is this, is this okay?’ He asked, breathless.

“Yes,” you whispered, “it’s more than okay.” You lean back in and kiss him gently at first and then more firmly as his hands explore your body.

Next thing you know, you’re in the backseat of his car.

…

His mouth is warm and wet on your neck, his hand curving around your now bared breasts, then past your navel, now sliding into your pants. You gasp as his finger slips into your own warmth and wetness, stroking your clitoris with the pad of his thumb as one finger enters you, then another. Electricity crackles within as your chest rises, thighs tightening around his hand. He softly laughs right as his mouth finds one of your erect nipples. You grind your hips into his fingers, adjusting until you find the spot that feels like you’re going the find that little death.

He gently nips at your nipple, licking and sucking as his free hand finds your other other breast, pinching the nipple. Goosebumps appear on your arms as the added stimulation brings you closer to the edge.

Your hands find and undo the button of his jeans. You enter one into his boxers, finding his hard cock. You firmly grasp around it— a low and pleasurable moan escapes from his throat.

“I want to get on top” you say. He nods, removing his hand from your pants and leaning back.

‘Hold on’ he says as he pulls a condom out of his back pocket. You help him put it on.

It’s awkward, but you find a way to straddle him after taking off your pants. You slowly slide his penis inside of you, smiling

“You feel soooo fucking good inside of me, Elliot”

‘Ride that cock, Y/N. It’s all yours, baby girl’

That sets you off. You take full control, tilting your hips and grinding into him, hitting exactly all the right spots, going slowly at first, but faster and faster as the pleasure and pressure builds. His brow furrows as he pants and looks into your eyes, hands holding your breasts, playing with your nipples.

All that tension between you two, you feel it coming to a head, rising to a point that will inevitably erupt.

‘That feels so fucking good, Y/N. This dick is all yours. I’m all yours, nobody’s else’s.’

“Oh god, oh my god” you scream as you explode in ecstasy “I’m cumming all over you, Elliot, oh my god, I’m cumming so fucking hard.’

Elliot feels you shaking and puts his hands around your hips

‘That’s right, baby, I want you to come all over me, Y/N. I fucking love it. It’s gonna make me cum.’ He stares into your eyes and for a moment, the world freezes. A supernova explodes and it’s like light comes pouring out of him. You finally see it, all of him, galaxies upon galaxies of light and beauty and wisdom.

‘I’m cumming, Y/N. I’m cumming so fucking hard for you.’

You collapse into his body, both of you shaking, chests heaving, both of your hearts full with growing adoration.

“You’re so beautiful, Elliot. I think I now how to end my poem now.”

‘I can’t wait to hear it’ he manages between panted breaths. He’s stroking your hair and everything is peaceful in this new world, in this private space that you two have created, a place you hope to never leave.

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[domsbabydoll]

Just wrapped up part three of my “Babydoll” Elliot series. Don’t know if I want to keep going with it or if it’s time for another tale, or even I even want to keep doing this at all. I know it’s only been a week, but it’s a little sad that no one has engaged with my posts yet. In any sense, I’m happy with what I’ve written and I’m hopeful someone will stumble upon it and enjoy the read. It’s my first time writing in this way and first time writing an actual story in a LONG time.

Even though it’s subtly imbedded into the story, it felt important to write a story line that allowed for a fat girl to be the object of affection adored by Elliot. I see the lack of body diversity in these story lines and hope to speak to a part of the fandom that is hungry to find themselves in these stories.

Euphoria, in general, is so thin-centric. I know there is Kat’s storyline and I dig that, but outside of being disappointed with the lack of depth/development of her story, I really don’t think Euphoria is all that radical when it comes to body positivity. I want to see sex scenes in general that embrace and cherish fat bodies. I want to imagine that fat bodies are loved and desired too.

Annnyhow, please, enjoy! 😉

[domsbabydoll]

Babydoll, Pt 3

Looking in the mirror you think ‘damn, I actually look hot’ after spending HOURS picking out the right outfit for your date with Elliot tonight.

You’ve always had a hard time with clothes. That’s reality when you’re not-thin; it’s hard to find things that really fit and flatter your body.

But alas— somehow, you managed to put together something sexy and chic— a fitted, yellow cropped cami to top a black, flared mini skirt over knee high tights with chunky black boots.

You snap a pic and send it to Maddy— you promised you would while she was doing your makeup earlier— canary yellow eye shadow, winged liner, and a few silver face crystals paired with glossy pink lips. You were skeptical at first, but Maddy reminded you: ‘the thing about confidence is that nobody knows if it’s real or not.’ So, yea, it’s okay to feel some bad bitch energy. Your confidence was already boosted after what happened a couple days ago… you blush just thinking about it and your heart feels somehow light and heavy at the same time, warm and beating fiercely.

Your remember…

His warrrrrm, soft tongue…

The heat of his breath and vibration of his voice, tickling and tingling…

Your phone vibrates. ‘OMG you look hot. That punk wannabe is gonna lose his shit.’ You smile and check the time- 5:59. He should be here soon, he said he would pick you up at si— the doorbell rings, your heart lurches forward. You head downstairs.

‘Oh it’s so nice to meet you!’ You hear your mother exclaim. You can hear the smile in Elliot’s voice as he exchanges niceties with your mom. You get to the bottom of the stairs, Elliot turns from his conversation and you see his breath catch, his smile fading into a look of amazement. ‘You look— wow… you look,’ his voice turns to an almost-whisper ‘beautiful. You look beautiful.’ You try not to blush as your mom beams from the corner, hand on her chest. ‘These are for you.’ Flowers, he brought you sunflowers, your favorite, how did he know, you wonder. You take them, smiling and giving your thanks. They smell divine. Your mother offers to put them in a vase that she’ll leave in your room while you’re gone. You thank your mother and head out.

…

You two arrive at a small cafe you’ve seen but never have been to. ‘Hold on’ he says as you exit the car and start towards the entrance. You pause as he heads to his trunk. He returns with an acoustic guitar. You raise your eyebrows. ‘It’s open mic night’ he says and you smile from ear to ear “I get to watch you perform!?” He shyly looks away, rubbing the back of his neck- so cute- ‘uh, yeah’ he manages with a crooked smile.

You enjoy chai lattes and light conversation between acts— there was poetry, piano playing, one kid even rapped (if you can call what he did “rapping.”). You were thoroughly enjoying yourself and felt like you and Elliot had a deepening chemistry as you chatted so effortlessly all night long.

‘Up next is a regular. He’s got a voice like an Angel and is an incredible guitar player.’ You see him blush. ‘Everybody give a warm welcome for Elliot!’ You clap along, fiercely as he makes his way to the stage.

‘Um, this is a cover of a song that I just can’t get out of my head lately.. yea… this is Love Like This by Jessica Andrea.’ He starts:

🎼 “You could make my heart beat

Stronger than a drum beat

Drown by the screams when the show starts

You cover me in goosebumps just thinking about us

Kinda makes me want to take it too far”

Your breath is quickening as you hang on to every word… wow he can really sing, and these lyrics have you blushing, wondering if he’s singing to you…

“You're where I go in my head

I'm living for the good, feels like a highlight reel

I knew the moment we met

You started as a good time, you came at the right time

But you should know that I don't always love like this”

He was looking right at you, his sultry eyes filled with emotion. A warmth rushing through you, you just want to run to him, to kiss him with every ounce of passion you can muster.

“Laying in my bed always thinking about it

Don't believe in heaven but I think I just found it

You say my name, that's the best that it sounded

I never knew I could love like this

Didn't mean to fall but baby it happened

You kissed my lips and it tastes just like magic

Ooh, you should know that I don't always love like this…”

🎼🎼🎼

When he finishes, you clap and whoop the loudest, standing to greet him as he returns to your table. You fling your arms around his neck, his hands find your hips. “You were amazing” you softly say as you look, longingly, into his eyes. ‘Well, I had the perfect muse.’ He bites his bottom lip. Everything freezes as you lean in to kiss him, gently at first, and then more passionately. His hands run up your back, yours play with his curls on the back of his head. “Meet me in the all gender bathroom in 2 minutes. Knock three times so I know it’s you” you whisper seductively.

You feel like you’re moving in slow motion as you make your way to the bathroom. You spy a couple of thin girls about your age gawking at you. You unmistakably hear one loudly whisper ‘can you believe that HE’S with HER!?’ You glance back at Elliot, he’s slack jawed with a half smile. You see a bulge near the button of his jeans. You smirk over at the girls and wink as you breeze on past them.

You close the bathroom door, your heart racing. You can’t believe you just did that. You’re breathing fast as you wait for Elliot. You wonder if those girls will see him walk by. The thought makes you laugh out loud.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK— it’s him.

You take a deep, settling breath and open the door. ‘Hey’ he says, breathlessly, as you let him in and lock the door behind him.

You engage him in a deep, long kiss, leading him till his back is against the wall. You pull away from the kiss, feeling him still leaning his lips towards you, wanting more.

You slide your hand down to the bulge in his pants, feeling what you could see earlier— he was rock hard.

You stroke the length of him through his jeans. He closes his eyes and moans.

You unfasten his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs. You gently run the tip of your finger from the base to the tip of his penis. His eyes shoot open and he gazes right into your soul. You bring your hand to your mouth, licking it, slowly, till it is wet with saliva. Keeping your eyes on Elliot, you return your hand to his member and grasp it with a gentle firmness. ‘Oh my god’ he whispers as you begin you stroke every inch of him. Some pre-cum shines on the tip of his penis. You run the pad of your thumb across it- he shivers in pleasure. You lick and bite your lips before pursing them, allowing a small stream of saliva to drip right on to his throbbing flesh as you lean, slightly forward.

He was panting now, as you stroked faster, harder, softer, and slower in turns.

Still holding him in your hand, you made your way to your knees, kissing down his front all the while. His eyes were glued to you, brows furrowed and mouth slightly open. When your lips found the tip of him, he leaned his head back, face tightening into a look that mimicked pain but you knew to be pleasure. Widening your mouth around him, moving your head back and forth while still stroking the base with your hand, you moaned, turned on by seeing him be turned on. You felt the warm, familiar throbbing in your clit. But this, this was about him right now. You pulled back, sucking as you went, letting your tongue slip out until the tip of your tongue and the tip of him were the last two bits of your combined flesh touching. You leaned back in, slightly, to kiss where your tongue just was. Lips still pressed against him, his body shivering under the vibration of every word, you said “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel the other day, Elliot, as good as I felt when you were singing me that song. Is that okay?” He looked down at you, face still scrunched in pleasure ‘yes’ he said in a breathless whisper, nodding rapidly. He stroked your hair and gazed into your eyes.

You returned to your work- stroking and licking and sucking every inch of his throbbing, wet cock. You felt the tension building in his body and saw it in his eyes too. Guttural sex sounds escaped his lips all the while. You giggled, his penis happily flinching at the vibration. ‘You’re gonna- you’re gonna make me cum’ he gasped. You moved more quickly, never breaking eye contact with him when you suddenly felt it, the warm stickiness erupting from him. ‘I’m fucking cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming so hard.’

You swallow his seed and slide your mouth off of him. His face is gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, his chest rapidly rising and falling with fast breathing. He smiled and said ‘you’re amazing, Babydoll, you know that?’ “So are you, Elliot. So are you.”

You two exit the bathroom, holding hands. The judgy girls are still there and still looking incredulous. Elliot frowns at them, looks at you and stops. You stop too, looking up in slight confusion. He puts a hand on each side of your face, gently stroking your hair and features. He gazes deep into your eyes and leans in to give you a kiss as sweet and soft as a rose petal. He takes your hand again and leads you back to your table.

You spend the rest of your night laughing and getting to know more about each other. It almost seems too fast, too soon, him pulling up outside your house to drop you off.

He walks you to the door, gives you a hug and a kiss. You’re floating on air as you walk upstairs to your room, the smell of his cologne clinging to you. You open your bedroom door and instantly smile, seeing the sunflowers perched on your nightstand.

Your phone buzzes, it’s Elliot. ‘I had an incredible time tonight.’

“Me too 💗 I had such a lovely time with you 🌻🎼🧡🧡 text me when you get home, okay?”

‘Will do 😉 I’ll be thinking of you the whole way home, Babydoll’

[egberts]

yall remember when phones didn't have flashlights n u had to use an app to get the camera flash to stay on ?

[mancandykings]

Dominic Fike photographed by Daniel Prakopcyk for Wonderland Magazine.

[domsbabydoll]

Babydoll, Pt II

You’re not sure if you passed that chem quiz, it’s not your best subject, but the hunger pains in your stomach stave off any further thought of it. You enter the cafeteria and get in line, grabbing what looks good, chicken tenders and fries. You pay and head off to find your friends when suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and, to your disbelief, it’s Elliot. Wow, he is even sexier this close up. Your tongue goes dry and your hands get clammy. ‘Excuse me,’ he says ‘I was just wondering if you’re willing to share.’ Your brow furrows in confusion. “I’m sorry, wh—“

‘your lunch. It’s chicken tenders day and you got the last plate. I’ve been looking forward to chicken tenders day allll week.’ He looks at you with puppy dog eyes ‘for real, it’s the only thing that’s been getting me through the week.’ He bites his lip, hands in prayer position with those pleading eyes. “Of course I can share, I wouldn’t want to ruin your week or anything” you manage. Ugh, that was corny. His grin grows wide, light in his eyes. ‘You’re the best’ he says while he, oh god, squeezes your shoulder affectionately.

‘I know the perfect spot’ he says, and you follow him out of the cafeteria. You’re not sure where he’s taking you at first, but then you realize you’re headed to this forest-y area at the north end of campus, students don’t usually hang out there. Sure enough, the space is vacant. He finds a large, flat boulder, the only spot catching some sunlight in the shady area, and plops down, gesturing for you to sit next to him. You offer him a tender and you two start eating in silence. The sun peaking through the trees is warm on your face, golden as it reflects on Elliot’s hair, and now his eyes, which are squinting up at you. ‘You know, I’ve seen you staring at me sometimes’ he says, nonchalantly, with a mouth full of food. “Ohh… I’m sorry, I know that must be creepy, it’s not like that, I promise. I’m just… awkward.” Your cheeks are flushed with heat and you kind of just want to crawl into a hole and— ‘it’s alright,’ he softly starts, ‘what I don’t think you know is that I stare at you too. I think I’m just better at it— you don’t notice me doing it.’ This catches you off guard, surprise showing on your face. ‘It’s hard to not look at you’ and suddenly, that casual confidence of his wavers- he looks away with rosy pink cheeks, but he continues. ‘You’re so beautiful. And I don’t just mean physically- which you are, I’ve just seen the way you help people. I can tell you have a good heart. I’ve been working up the nerve to talk to you. Your friend kind of helped me.’ You’re in disbelief still as you instinctively laugh “Maddy? Yea, she’s, uh, the OPPOSITE of subtle.” His eyes widen as if to comment on how much of an understatement that is, but he laughs.

Your tone softens “what you said about me, that’s really sweet. I actually don’t know what to say, I’m really surprised that you would ever notice a girl that looks like me, a girl who’s—“ but he cuts you off, gently lifting your chin. When did you look down and away? You don’t know, it’s just second nature. He looks into your eyes, ‘hey, you’re gorgeous. I don’t give a damn about beauty standards, I like what I like and I like you. Will you let me show you just how gorgeous I think you are?’

Wow. You’re still processing when he said, but you nod, lips quivering in anticipation.

He doesn’t hesitate to move his body closer to you and begins stroking your face and your hair, paying attention in a way that lets you know you are the only thing he sees right now. You drink in every detail of him, the way the light highlights his freckles, the rise and fall of his sloping chest, the intensity in his gaze, his gaze that has finally found your lips. He leans in, your lips meet with a gentle but rapidly growing intensity. His hands find your shoulders, then move to your waist. Before you know it, they’re under the back of your shirt and on your bra strap. ‘May I?’ He asks while still kissing you, the vibration of his voice tingling on your lips. A breathy “yes” is all you manage. You feel the weight of your breasts unburden themselves as the clasp is so swiftly undone. You slide your arms into your shirt to help, sliding off the straps. He pulls the bra out from under your shirt and you slide your hands back through the arm holes, feeling the fabric rub agains your erect nipples, then you feel his hands grazing against your breasts, his thumbs finding those erect nipples. Now his warm mouth is on your neck. You clench your hands around his slender wrists. His thumbs are gently scraping back and forth, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You gasp as his forefingers join in, pinching your nipples. He laughs, his lips still not leaving your skin. He kisses his way down to your right breast. He pauses, looks up at you, and begins to work his tongue around your nipple through your shirt. The wetness of his saliva sticking the shirt to your skin. You lean your head back, softly moaning. He slowly lifts up your shirt until your breasts are exposed. Sunlight beams warmth down on them while the air feels cool and tingly on your wet nipple. He goes back to licking and sucking your nipple, working harder and switching between breasts, looking up at you as continue moaning with pleasure. The building pressure in your panties is building. You slide your hand down his chest, finding his hard, throbbing co— ‘lay down on your back’ he says in a hushed tone. You obey. He grabs his backpack and helps you adjust it as a makeshift pillow. He’s so fucking sweet. He stops to stroke your hair and kiss your forehead, then he kisses a line down to your navel while unfastening your pants, sliding them down to your ankles. His touch mixed with the air causes goosebumps to prickle on your thighs.

He spreads your legs, his mouth finds your inner thigh, slowly working towards the pulsating wetness in the middle. His tongue finds your clit, gently licking up and down, side to side, and all around. He sucks on it and begins expertly switching between soft and firm while his tongue and mouth work. One of his hands slides up to grip a breast, while the other finds the wetness of your lower lips. One finger parts the way, a second finger quickly joining, stroking and gently tugging. The way he feels inside of you, the way his mouth is glued to you, it all makes you feel your heart might burst, if makes you feel as if the static building inside you is going to cause an explosion. He feels your body tensing and he mumbles ‘are you going to cum for me babydoll? Are you going to cum all over my fucking face?’ And you erupt, “I’m cumming, oh my god I’m cumming!” You scream, feeling all the tension leaving your body. His tongue still eagerly working you. You squirm as the orgasm lasts and lasts and lasts. The warmth in your chest, your deepening fondness for Elliot is so bright and yellow and full, you feel as if you could cry right there. This is pure ecstasy.

Elliot laughs, his mouth finally breaking free. You open your eyes to find him looking up at you, a satisfied grin on his face. You bashfully smile back at him, you don’t know what to say. You hear the bell ring in the distance, lunch period is over. ‘We should get back’ he says, moving to help you put your clothes back on. “What about you? I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” He kisses you, ‘you already did, babyboll; I feel amazing, but I’ll take you up on the offer some other time’ he says with a wink and that devilish, crooked smile.

He holds your hand as you walk back toward the school.

You feel like you’re walking on air.

‘Can I take you out this Saturday?’

To be continued…

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Babydoll— Pt I

“He’s. So. Pretty” you think longingly, looking at him over your shoulder. Well, your shoulder in your reflection, that is— the mirror in your locker gives you a perfect view of him hanging out with his boys every morning, goofing around and cracking jokes, that sly smile driving you wild, the slope of his jaw chiseled by the gods themselves, the print of his thick —

‘uh, hell-oooo!?’ Maddy says impatiently. She glances over at Elliot, that annoying, knowing smile playing on her face as she looks back at you. ‘You should totally just talk to him.’

“Me? Talk to HIM?” you say with an incredulous tone. Maddy snaps back ‘that boy would be lucky if you gave his early 2000’s punk wannabe ass the time off day.’

As. If.

You scoff in response, shutting your locker and turning your attention to your friend, but he’s still there, in the corner of your vision. Maddy just grins with a glint of mischief in her eyes before swiftly changing the subject, speaking in rapid fire speech about Lexi’s play.

You’re half listening— he’s running his hands through his hair — you bite your lip… something about Lexi being a secret badass and who knew— he laughs and your palms get sweaty — …’ and can you believe she had a dude playing her mom?’ she’s saying, amused— he looks up with his dreamy eyes and— shit. SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT— IS HE STARING AT YOU!? You freeze, breath trapped in your chest.

Un-de-fucking-niable; you are making eye contact. He smiles and nods your way. Your quivering lips snap close and you manage a shy, crooked smile while awkwardly tucking your hair behind your hair. ‘Biiiitch, you’ve got it bad. I’ll talk to you later when you’re not so fucking preoccupied.’ You break eye contact, looking back at Maddy, your cheeks hot and pink, “sorry, Maddy, you know I love you.”

‘I know you do, bitch’ she says half-jokingly while walking away. She turns back toward you, looks over to make eye contact with Elliot, oh fuck was he still looking over here?

‘Just remember,’ she says loudly enough for him to hear, ‘chicks over dicks,’ annnnd she scampers off, cackling like the gotdamn witch she is. God, I admire her audacity.

You’re aware that he is still staring. You gulp down your fears and look back at him, finding kindness, amusement, and what looks to be curiosity in his eyes. He waves at you, giving you a big grin. The bell rings, a stampede of students rushing off to first period obscures your view of him until he, too, fades into the crowd.

You rush off to class too, suddenly aware of the throbbing wetness between your legs, swishing pleasurably as you make your way to class, heart soaring…

To be continued