You'd been dared by your friends to take Marcel to prom and to get him to like you, you asked him for help in Biology. He gives you lessons and the two of you grow closer and you find yourself actually falling in love with him, so when he asks you to go to prom with him, you tell him no because you don't want to hurt him any further. He gets upset that you don't want to go with him because he thinks you don't want to be seen with him and you try to explain that that's not why you can't go with him. You don't speak to him for a number of weeks and on the stormy night of prom, he shows up at your doorstep.
“Marcel?” you breathe.
“I thought about what you said,” he says.
“And?” you ask.
“I’m in love with you,” he whispers and despite the rain beating down, his words pound in your ears.
“Get inside,” you murmur, opening the door wider for him. “You’ll catch cold or something.” He stands in the foyer, water dripping from every inch of him, his wet clothes sticking to his skin and his rain splattered glasses fogging over with the warmer air of your house. “Come with me,” you whisper, taking his hand.
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“Your room?” he asks as you have him sit on the edge of your mattress. “What are we doing in here, Y/N?” he asks in a low, cautious voice, peering up at you over the top of his glasses.
“Getting you out of those wet clothes,” you say and gently ease his glasses from his face. His eyes stay focused on your face as your fingers work at his shirt and in tugging it up over his head. You pause, letting the damp material pool on the floor, eyes scanning his torso. “You never told me you worked out.”
He shrugs noncommittally. “When you’re made a target as much as I am, you’ve got to defend yourself somehow,” he says softly. You lean in close and brush your lips against the corner of his mouth in an almost kiss. “What are you doing?” he breathes when you pull away.
“I like kissing you,” you whisper and his eyes close as he leans in to brush your lips with his. “Y/N,” he murmurs. “I-I’ve never –”
“Shhh,” you breathe. “It’s your turn for a biology lesson,” you whisper and kiss him more deeply this time, gently forcing him back against the headboard of your bed. You break away after a moment, giving him a slight smile as he stares back at you. Silently, you take him by the wrist and place his hand on your breast. “Shhh,” you murmur when he makes a noise of protest. “Just squeeze. Gently.” His eyes flicker from your face to where his hand rests and he gently applies pressure through your bra with the tips of his fingers. “That feels nice,” you hum. “You’re good at that.”
“I-I still have my pants on,” he mumbles as you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Take them off and we’ll get under the covers,” you tell him. The both of you clamber off of your bed, one of you on each side. You stand with your back to him as you pull your shirt up over your head and slip out of your sweats. When you turn to face him, you swear to yourself that you’ve never seen anyone so flawless. His mouth twitches at the corners as he stares at you, his eyes never having looked so green. He glances down at the sheets and back to you as if asking what to do next. You slip beneath the cool, crispness of your sheets and he does the same, meeting you in the middle, where you kiss his lips.
“Make love to me,” you whisper and he swallows. “I-I’ve never –”
“Shhh, that doesn’t matter,” you murmur, fingers trailing down his torso to the waistband of his boxers and he squirms. “I – why do you want this now?” he asks. “You never loved me.”
“Yes I did,” you whisper. “I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. I want to hold your hand and walk to class with you and I want to kiss you in front of everyone and be happy for once.” He stares at you, chest rising and falling with his quickened breathing. “You do?” he asks. “You want all that? With me?”
“Yes,” you tell him softly. “All of it.”
His green eyes lock on yours for a moment before he leans in and kisses your neck. He props himself up to get better access to your collarbones and soon he’s hovering over you and kissing you on the mouth. Your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him closer and the kiss deepens. His eyes are darker when you break apart and a small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “That feels good,” he mumbles thickly and hesitates before tracing his finger against the curve of your breast.
“Do you want to take off my bra?” you ask and his eyes widen. You arch your back and guide his hand to the clasp, where he fumbles with it for a moment before successfully unhooking it. He pushes the straps off your shoulders and down your arms, removing the material. His face flushes red at the sight of your bare chest and he looks away, but you cup his jaw and gently turn his face back to you. “It’s okay,” you whisper and he nods, kissing the corner of your mouth, hovering over you once again. As he starts a trail of kisses at your neck, your hands find the waistband of his boxers again and gently ease them down. Your actions must startle him because he nips your neck, making you gasp.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “You kind of surprised me,” he explains, pulling his boxers off the rest of the way.
“Sorry,” you whisper and he presses his lips against yours in acceptance of your apology. He resumes his trail of kisses, planting them on your collarbones and across the tops of your breasts and then down the valley between them and all the way down your stomach to your hipbone, leaving a love bite there. His hands brush against the fabric of your panties and he looks to you uncertainly. You give him a reassuring nod and he eases them down from your hips and down your legs before removing the material completely. He takes a deep, shaky breath before nudging your legs further apart as he gets closer, brushing against you slightly. He looks at you and you nod. He leans closer to you as he enters you, his nose brushing against yours he rocks his hips to get more comfortable.
Your fingers tangle in his hair again as you kiss him hard. He quickens his pace at your encouragement, moaning softly into your kiss and the both of you are breathing heavier, nerves tingling and endorphins running high as you lose yourselves in each other. The two of you continue like this until you reach your highs. He’s panting as he collapses across from you, coming down from his high of releasing all that pent up energy and emotion.
You stroke your fingers through his damp hair and he closes his eyes, a smile pulling across his face. When he opens his eyes a moment later, they’re back to their normal bright green. "Was that okay?" he asks, his voice raspy.
"Yes," you tell him. "It was better than okay." He pulls you into his chest, laying chaste kisses to your scalp as he entangles his legs with yours and tugs the sheets over the both of you. He mumbles something you can’t understand and you relax against him.
“I love you,” you whisper, lacing your fingers with his as his hot, steady breath hits the back of your neck.
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okay so this was my first 'detailed' smut. should i write more like this?
