Lemme go back and find that thing i wrote when i was sleepy horny.
Im going for Black T4T + gnc AuDHD couple cuz yeah thats them two!!!
Marlee do not 🙅🏿♀️play about they natural copper ginger hair and Isaiah do not play about the color brown in a Victoria Monét type way. That boy loves the water too! His special interest is bodies of water and the life that exists in them. Marlee is all about books and etymology. Knowing the meanings of words and their origins.
Anyways i got lost in thought lemme go find my babies
Alright so boom. I added more to this little thing the other day. Still got more to go.
Marlee (they/them) and Isaiah (he/they) are my OTP frfr 🥺🩷 The two’s love story is so cute and so queer like they deserve the world and all the fluff.
But this is not that! This was partially inspired by Teyana Taylor’s “Bare Wit Me”
“Dont you see that I got baggage / My heart’s way to hard to manage, oh oh / I can’t give a nigga my trust / Said you workin to change that / But just bare wit me”
Marlee was sitting on the couch across from Isaiah. Their right eyebrow was arched in his direction maintaining his gaze as they were trying to hide a look of satisfaction to the answer Isaiah had given.
Isaiah didn’t falter, staring right back at Marlee. All the while appreciating the features of one of his new favorite people, that is if Marlee deemed that was ok. Their twisted-out ginger copper hair framed their face in a heavenly way. At least to Isaiah. He admired their wide nose, and the constellation of birthmarks going from their left ear and hiding underneath their tank where they stopped right under. Even the look on their face, Isaiah knew it wouldn’t hold but he admired their effort. How their face flushed. How much it accentuated their cheekbones and eyes. Of course, Isaiah was doing their best to ignore the other thoughts in his head especially maintaining the focus away from Marlee’s outfit choice.
They’d taken off their zip hoodie from earlier and all that remained was their dark brown racer tank and their cream colored cotton shorts. And of course the long, black compression socks. Marlee wasnt wearing a bra. And Isaiah, the poor fella, tried not to pay attention to the sight of their nipples that were prodding through the shirt. Something he knows wasn’t visible to them before.
“Okay. That was a good answer. I guess it’s nice to know how…attentive you’d be.” Marlee said with a blush, tucking their hair behind their ear.
Sheepishly looking back at Isaiah, Marlee’s brain was going wild with vivid thoughts and images. Imagining what it would be like with Isaiah on top of them. What the air of his hot breath and the feel of his ocean wave necklace would be like above their chest hanging from him. How beautiful he’d look with that chocolate brown bonnet on his head swaying a bit as he pounded into them.
Still Isaiah in front was absolutely delectable. And Marlee was going fuck him silly. They really needed it! But they also needed to remember to take things slow this time and—-
“Marlee,” Isaiah said, snapping them out of those thoughts. Marlee should be thankful they guessed. Before they thought themself into something else.😅🫣
Idk whats happening next y’all but I’ll get there 🫡😌
