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Victoria Justice

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Ariel Winter

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[ohibries]

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[batzrus]

Imagine Mark Grayson...

Warnings: 18+, dubius-consent.

As children you both loved sleepovers. you were always at each other's house, snuggled under the covers, sharing laughs, giggles and snot bubbles. Even as you grew older you two always found yourselves taking refuge in each other's homes. It was a thing share between only the two of you. Even now you find yourself wrapped in his sheets, hyper aware of the heat that radiates off him. You were about to learn that just because tradition doesn't end, doesn't mean they can't change.

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You woke up gradually, sweating, breathing heavily and confused and way too aware of the breath on the back of your neck. You're sluggish, too slow to realized when he shuffles closer practically fusing to your back, his musk invading your nose, hot and suffocating. You try to shift away, your heart picking up speed and pounding against your fragile rib cage. 'A mistake' your brain conjures, searching for any excuse, anything that could distract you from the heat coursing through your veins and the solid body that stuck close to your skin. Over the years you'd spent together you had grown use to his presence but never like this.

This proximity forces you to feel everything, especially how much hotter he seems and just how much he starts to squirm. You feel the same pounding in his chest, its erratic and fearful the way its trying to jump out his chest. You stiffen as his hands grip your sides, lips trembling against your skin. A nightmare, you think by the way he whimpers and whines into your neck, dragging you impossible closer until you're slotted together like a jigsaw pupzzle, and hunching himself in you as if to hide.

You refuse to acknowledge it. Mind and will overpowering your traitorous body. You and Mark were friends, just friends. You played tag together as kids, played uno with each other's families, caught frogs in a ditch and ate dirt out each other's hands. You remember his gummy grin. For God's sake you knew him since he was a child. You could never think of him in this way, never, never, never. You didn't notice the way he grew taller, filling out his clothes in ways you could only imagine. You didnt notice the way his voice deepened, every call of your name sending shivers down your spine. You didn't notice how his gummy smile transformed into that shiny bashful grin, framed by those plump pink lips. You didn't notice. You couldn't notice. You didn't. You— could have sworn he moaned your name.

His heavy breath fans across your flushed skin, his heart pounding against you in the same rhythm, so in sync as if he's feeding on what you radiate. He squirms against your back like a worm, muscles tensing to grip your sides until pain fans across your waist, ripping at the last of your restraint. You're just about ready to turn around and wake him before you feel it— Something grinds against your ass, strong as steel and relentless. Only then you realize his whimpers and whines change into something more like a groan which then bleeds into gasps and moans as you find yourself rolling your ass into his arousal.

For someone so strong, he is painfully vulnerable in mind, responding so generously to your touch. "F-Fuck..." has you mindlessly shifting each other's positions, and settling right on top his throbbing arousal, putting in extra work to coax more sounds from his drool smeared lips.

Something in the back of your mind probes you to stop, begging for the last piece of dignity left alone. Instead, you find yourself reaching deeper, feeling at his twitching abdomen with trembling fingers, tugging at the loose waist band of his pants, and playing with boundaries that you should've never been near.

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