Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy
Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol
My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!
I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol
This is literally a pretend rebound for someone I've never even met or have dated, cause I'm fuckin' delusional. I just wrote this to make myself feel better lmao
NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI
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How could he do this? How could he do this to me? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough? Everything seemed fine, why would he do this now? I thought he loved me...
Tears kept rolling down your face as you got into your car, your heart newly broken from the man you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with, only to find out he'd fallen in love with someone else.
You never expected it. He always told you how much he cared about you, even when he broke up with you. He made it clear that he never cheated on you, he'd never do that to anyone, and you believed him. He wasn't that type of person. He was always so kind and caring, that's why he didn't want to lead you on and told you right away what was going on. Didn't hurt any less.
You supposed it was better to know before you asked him to move in with you, that would've been awful.
You realized you were just sitting in his driveway, letting your tears fall freely and broken sobs echo around the quiet vehicle. You had to get out of there, but you didn't want to go home. You could already see yourself entering your home that was filled with memories of the time you spend with this person, and it made feel like you were going to be sick. No, home wasn't an option. All you felt was an aching in your chest, but numbness at the same time. You just wanted to feel something else, anything else.
You put your gear lever in drive, only one person coming to mind to help you with this problem. He may not have the emotional intelligence to comfort you, but thankfully, comfort isn't what you were seeking. It was reckless, and probably not the healthiest way to cope with a breakup, but you couldn't care less.
You exhaled a shaky breath as you exited your car, quickly shaking off your nerves and knocked on the door before you chickened out. The door opened fairly quickly, revealing one of your sort of friends, Mark. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He questioned, a slight expression of confusion on his face.
You and Mark weren't really friends, per say. You two didn't really get along. Every time you talked to him, he'd always hit on you pretty aggressively. You never felt unsafe around him, he was just annoying because you had a partner at the time...but you didn't anymore. You weren't as close to him as you were his other friends, but you hung around him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt you and he wouldn't turn you down.
"My boyfriend just broke up with me." You said plainly.
Mark gaped, very clearly not knowing what to say. "Uh...I'm sorry? That sucks."
"Can I come in?" You asked impatiently, pointing past him into his apartment.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, sure." He quickly stepped out of the way and gestured you inside.
You took off your jacket with a huff, tossing it one of the chairs in his living room before standing before him nervously. But before you could say anything, Mark spoke. "Look, if you need a shoulder to cry on or something, I'm not the person you should be talking to. Go hang with Dani or something, she's always crying about something."
You rolled your eyes, peeling off your shirt, revealing your lace bra. "I'm not here to talk, Mark."
Mark's eyes widened, gaping like a fish once again and not even trying to hide his lecherous gaze at your cleavage, quickly having to adjust the crotch part of his pants. You could've laughed at how immediate his dick responded to the situation. Mark sighed. "Y/n, like I said, if you need someone to talk you down, I'm not that person."
You walked up to Mark, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts. "I know."
Mark seemed to be satisfied with your answer as he roughly placed his lips onto yours in one swift motion. His large hands kneading your breasts elicited a gasp from you, causing him to gain easy access to massage his tongue with yours.
Ever since he met you, Mark has dreamed of the moment he could finally put his hands on you, quite literally mark you and make you feel more pleasure than any person could. You having a partner didn't stop him from trying to shoot his shot, of course, if anything, it would've been hot if you had finally lost control and couldn't help yourself. Which you finally did, he supposed, but only because you had been dumped. Either way, he was ecstatic you had finally given him permission to fuck you.
"Lay on the couch." Mark ordered after removing all of your clothes, besides your underwear.
You instantly obeyed, laying down on the couch, and you could feel yourself already dripping wet.
With your ex, you always made an effort to avoid looking at anyone lustfully besides your former partner. But you had to admit, you did find Mark incredible handsome but constantly felt guilty about it, until now. You've never been more attracted to Mark then you were right now, watching him stare up at you hungrily at his kissed his way down your body, skipping over the place you wanted him the most to lick and nip at the inside of your thighs.
You whimpered as you felt him kiss you through the thin, lacy material, slowly pulling down your underwear while he gazed into your eyes intensely. You released a whiny moan as he licked up your folds, flicking your clit a few times before repeating the previous motion. "Goddamn, you're soaking and I've barely done anything. Did your ex ever fuck you?"
"Shut up." You snapped, grabbing Mark by his jaw and forced a kiss on him. He let out a sharp groan when you started palming his erection through his boxer briefs. "Just fuck me, Mark."
"Your wish is my command." Mark smirked, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head.
You cried out when Mark entered you roughly with no warning, immediately thrusting harshly without giving you any time to adjust to his girth. "Fuck, Mark!" You gasped, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding onto the couch cushion beneath you.
Mark smirked as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, moan after moan escaping you as you clenched down on him. "Your ex never fuck you like this, huh? It's gotta be a crime for how neglected this pussy's been."
Mark kept hitting that special spot inside you with each hard thrust, an orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You blushed as he let out a laugh, slowing his thrusts down slightly to let you breathe. "You came already? Damn baby, you should've sought me out sooner."
"You talk too much." You whispered breathlessly, only to let out a gasp as Mark thrusted back into you sharply.
"Sorry, what was that?" He grinned playfully, him sucking and lightly biting at your nipples accompanied with his thrusts left you speechless. "God, you're perfect."
Mark's movements soon became erratic, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and he quickly pulled out, a loud groan escaping his mouth as he released on your stomach. "Fuck..." He whimpered, collapsing on top of you.
The two of you laid there for a moment, and you had to admit, it felt nice. But that feeling soon became scary for you. "Mark, you're crushing me." He wasn't, but the warm, fuzzy feeling from laying with him started to overwhelm you.
"Sorry." He sat up, pulling a blanket from his couch to cover himself and you as you sat up with him. "So, was I a good rebound?" He joked, which actually made you giggle.
"Yeah, you were. Maybe this could be a regular thing?"
"Ya know, that would be awesome. But I have to go to Sweden soon and won't be back for a couple weeks."
You furrowed your brows. "Sweden? Why Sweden?"
"I was invited." He chuckled, but he quickly stopped once he saw your frown. "Well, uh, I guess I don't have to go. I really only wanted to go to hook up with some Swedish babes, but now that you're an option...it would be pretty stupid of me to turn you down, right?"
You grinned, connecting your lips with his happily. "And just for that answer, how about we go for round two?"
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You might be thinking: "Jesus Christ, Raven, have you no shame??" And to that I say, NO. I HAVE NONE.
Mark straight up won’t get that you’re trying to fuck him until you’re either pulling off his clothes or your own. Boys are dumb lol and Mark is my favourite dumbass
