Y/N took a deep, nervous breath, staring at their outfit in the mirror.
‘Is it too much? Not enough? What if he thinks I'm too dressed up? What if I'm not dressed enough? It's only a mall date. But still, malls aren't the same as like.. regular grocery stores…’
After mentally battling themself for about five minutes, they decided not to change. Instead, they checked their hair one last time in the mirror, then looked at their texts.
“im on my way”
‘He’s on his way???’
They scrambled to grab their things - their wallet, a book bag to carry things in later on, keys, and a jacket just in case. It was sunny, and relatively warm outside, but there were clouds in the distance.
They rushed out their front door, and stood to wait.
Zack, Y/N’s date, had asked them out while they were at work. He was a customer, and had asked them a question about an item. Then he'd started to flirt with them, asking them for their number or Instagram or anything they might have. He complimented their style, their eyes, their hair.. and while they weren't the type to give their number out to strangers, they were attracted to him. And he was so nice to them.
Zack was tall. And strong-looking. He had been wearing a plain black shirt, the size fitting his torso almost perfectly. Not skin-tight, but not too loose. A jacket with eyes all over it. Black ripped jeans, and combat boots that made him look taller than he already was.
He had piercings. Snake bites, a vertical labret, his septum, the bridge of his nose, his eyebrow, AND both of his ears were all pierced. He had gauged his ears at the bottom, as well.
He had tattoos, too. A snake that wrapped around his neck, and Y/N had spotted a spider on his right hand. They couldn't help but wonder how many other tattoos he might have.
As they waited, they zoned out. So when they heard his voice, it startled them back to reality.
“Hey. You alright?”
“Oh- sorry, I zoned out.” They confessed, quickly heading to his car. He'd rolled down the window, but he looked like he'd been getting ready to get out of the car to make sure they were okay.
He was wearing a plain black tank top. It was a bit tight, hugging his torso just enough to show off his body. Black ripped jeans (again), with holes in the knees, and his combat boots, too. He looked… So hot.
‘Smash.’
They got into the car, fidgeting nervously. He was listening to Slipknot’s ‘Scissors’, and his index finger tapped against the wheel with the song.
“You look nice.” He commented. “I love it. Definitely suits you better than a uniform.” He teased, grinning at them, before looking back at the road.
Y/N laughed a little, though it felt forced. They were… really nervous. “Yeah… I um-.. I wasn't sure what to wear.”
“Well, I think the decision was right. You look really damn good.”
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The ride felt short, but incredibly long at the same time. Y/N felt so.. awkward the whole time. They'd never gone out with a stranger before.. but once they brought up music, he didn't stop talking. Even when they walked into the mall.
“...and everyone says they're not metal, but they are. You don't have to scream about death and murder and shit to be metal. And not every metal song has to have screaming all the time. It would just get boring if Korn never actually sang in some of their songs.”
They nodded. They found it… kinda cute that he got this excited about bands and music.
They glanced around the mall after a second, and paused when his hand brushed against theirs… before he immediately intertwined their fingers together, holding their hand in his.
“...this is okay. Right?”
“Y..Yeah, absolutely…” they nodded, trying hard not to get overly excited. They felt so nervous and anxious, but in a good way. Excited and scared all at once.
He finally spotted a store he wanted to go into — Spencer's — and asked them if they were down to go in.
They nodded, and let him lead them into the store. He started to browse the shirts, and they stood with him, before something caught their eye — the display with all of the pins and buttons. They headed over quickly, and began to look through them.
They found one they really liked, and immediately decided to buy it. It was black, with a picture of a marijuana leaf that said ‘fuck off’ on it. It made zero sense, but that was why they loved it.
They headed back over to Zack.
“Oh- found something you like?”
“Yeah. I like pins and stuff. And this one is.. stupidly funny to me.” They confessed, showing it to him. He hummed, then grabbed it.
“Alright. Let's go. I got some shirts I like, too.”
He held up the shirts in his hand slightly, as if to prove his point.
“Wait- what? But I wanted to get the pin-”
“I know. And you are. I'm buying it for you. Is there anything else you wanted from here, or…?”
“What?? No, hold on, I can pay for it-”
“I don't mind. I promise. Let me pay for this date. I can promise you, I make more than enough.”
They wanted to argue, but they couldn't. Instead, they relented, letting him buy the pin. They decided they'd figure out where to put it when they got home, pocketing it and letting Zack hold their hand again.
“Mm.. where do we wanna go next?” He questioned, his eyes scanning the area.
“I'm not sure, actually…” Y/N responded. They gazed around, then spotted a game store.
“Oo, can we head there?? I wanna see what games they have.”
“Yeah. We can head there.”
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Over the course of the next three hours, Zack and Y/N took turns choosing stores to go into.. until they stopped for lunch before heading to watch a movie. There was a showing for a new horror film that Zack was interested in, and Y/N had agreed to watch it as well. They would've agreed either way, though. Whether they wanted to or not. Because he wanted to. And they'd have fun either way.
As they left the food court, and approached the theater, Zack grabbed their hand again. They couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous again, but quickly squeezed his hand in return. He squeezed back, and the two of them walked inside together. The moment the automatic doors opened, Y/N was hit with the scent of buttered popcorn and body odor. It was summer, and incredibly hot.
Zack led them over to the counter, and smiled at the cashier.
The tickets were online only, so they’d already been purchased when Zack got the idea to check out what movies were available. All they had to do was purchase any snacks or drinks they might want. Zack grabbed a small bucket of popcorn and two slushies, before leading Y/N to the actual theater to watch the movie.
It was a slasher film, but the quality was poor, and the acting was awful - and Zack showed no mercy in reviewing it in his car while they were getting ready to head home.
“I mean, it was such a good concept - a woman slasher who kills men that disrespect women sounds so cool, but they didn’t even try to make the actual movie good. It's like they put all of their budget into making up the fucking idea, not the script or special effects. The blood was obviously fake, the actors were awful, the casting made no sense - I mean, wasn’t the main actress usually from romance shit? I remember seeing her face all the time in ads about those cheesy rom coms that are usually based on some stupid smut novel.”
Despite how judgemental or harsh his words sounded, he had a smile on his face. He was clearly just talking to talk, so Y/N didn’t mind. Especially because it let them learn more about him.
‘He knows a lot about movies and a lot about music. He's really passionate about it.’
Zack started the car.
“You know, I almost don’t want to take you back to your place yet..” he confessed, looking at Y/N. They suddenly felt so… vulnerable under his gaze. Like he could see through them, hear every single thought they had.
“Really..?”
“Yeah.. I’m having a really good time with you, actually…”
Y/N could feel their heart practically pounding in their chest. It was like the air was suddenly electric. Something about his eyes… his voice… his little glances at their lips…
“W-..Well… what else did you wanna do?”
“...I can think of a few things.” He leaned over a bit, and they felt their whole body shiver for a second.
His tone, the way he leaned forward, his eyes…
“Yeah? Like what?” They questioned, instinctively leaning in a little as well. His eyes flashed towards their lips again.
“If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Would it? Why don't you come back to my place and we can.. talk.. about things… I'd love to see what kind of things I can make you say..” he grinned, and Y/N debated for a second, before slowly nodding.
“Y..Yeah… okay. I think I'd like that.”
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Zack pressed Y/N into the door the moment it was shut. They heard him lock it behind them, his lips pressed against theirs. His body was pressed up against them, their chests touching. He pulled away from the kiss after a second.
“Fuck, Y/N…” his voice was low, sending shivers down their spine. “You're so adorable…” he grabbed their face, pulling them into another kiss. They melted into him, their hands resting on his shoulders. His hands traced down their waist to their hips. They felt.. electric. Like they were on fire. As if his every touch caused warmth to spread over their body, driving them crazy.
He slipped his hands under their shirt, and slowly trailed them up, lifting their shirt as he went, before pulling away from the kiss to remove the shirt completely.
His eyes became fixated on Y/N’s chest and torso.. so they tried to cover up.
‘He’s staring. Maybe he finds me-’
He grabbed their hands, pulling them away and grinning.
“Don't hide yourself from me, sweetheart… I want to see all of you. Every fucking part.”
Y/N opened their mouth to argue, but they were interrupted by another kiss. Zack’s tongue grazed their bottom lip, and they opened their mouth for him. His hands tangled in their hair, his body pressed against theirs.
“fuck…” his voice was a quiet whisper, almost inaudible. It made Y/N shiver. He noticed, and grinned, his eyes staring into theirs.
“You like that?” He whispered, leaning closer. “Do you like my voice, Sweetheart?” His hands slowly moved down to their waist.
They couldn't answer at first, feeling breathless still from the kiss.
His grip tightened around them, his hands going just a little lower.
“So make me use it.” He leaned closer, his voice low in their ear. His hands slipped under the hem of their pants, slowly moving lower…
They trembled, letting his hands trace small circles in their skin, not quite touching them where they most wanted him to, just barely grazing that part of them.
It made their legs feel weak.
“Why don't you use that pretty little mouth of yours?” He whispered, his hands retreating, making them have to fight back a protest. “Maybe you can make me moan for you…”
Y/N didn't need any further convincing. They were on their knees almost immediately, watching as he undid his belt, and then undid his jeans.
Through his boxers, Y/N could see his length, and.. it intimidated them just a little.
Zack hummed. “Don't look so nervous, Sweetheart… I promise I'll be slow with you.. I want to take my time anyways… make you feel so good… I want to find all the places that drive you fucking crazy.”
Y/N felt a shiver go down their spine at his words, and hesitated, before pulling down Zack's boxers to reveal his dick.
He grinned at them, his eyes fixated on them.
“Fuck… please, Sweetheart… you look so damn good on your knees in front of me like this.. let me feel you..” his voice sounded breathy and quiet, barely a whisper. He reached up, and ran his fingers through their hair. “Please..”
At his words, Y/N leaned forward, immediately doing as he wanted and putting their mouth on his tip. His body tensed for a second. As they started to slowly take in more of him, he gripped their hair slightly, letting out a soft breath.
“...shit, Y/N…” he loosened his grip on their hair slightly. “You make it so hard to be patient… I wanna fuck you so bad…”
They only got more turned on at his words.. and encouraged.
They hollowed out their cheeks, bobbing their head slowly. He let out another heavy breath.
“Oh, fuck.. just like that, Sweetheart…”
They felt his grip on their hair tighten again, and he started making their head move faster. They closed their eyes, trying their best to breathe through their nose.. and trying their best not to gag.
“You’re doing such a good job…”
His voice made their body feel weak. They wanted to hear it more.
They sucked harder, closing their eyes tighter. He let out a quiet groan, thrusting his hips.
“Fuck.. yeah, baby.. use that mouth…” he let out a few quick, heavy breaths.
“Suck this dick, Sweetheart… you make me feel so good…”
They looked up at him. He was staring down at them, his eyes clouded with a mixture of affection and lust.
“I want to fuck you so bad..” he whispered. “I want to make you moan. I want to hear your voice.. I want to see the adorable face you make when I make you cum..”
Suddenly, he stopped his movements, pulling their mouth off of his cock.
“Yeah.. look at that cute fucking face… so perfect…” he ran his fingers through their hair again.
“I’m gonna make sure you can't fucking walk tomorrow..” he whispered. “I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
He grabbed their hand, pulling them further into the apartment.
The front door opened up to a relatively spacious living room, with white walls. The couch and rug were black, and the floors were a dark brown hardwood. There was a TV mounted on the wall. He led the way down a hallway, and towards a door. He pushed it open to reveal a bedroom - with black painted walls and the same brown wooden floors, along with a rug that was identical to the one in the living room. There were posters all over the walls, and a glass door that led out to a balcony off to the side. The bed was big, probably a queen or king size, with black sheets and a black comforter.
Zack pulled Y/N towards the bed, and pushed them down onto it, his hands already undoing their jeans and pulling them down. He trailed little kisses from the hem of their underwear, up to their stomach, then their chest and their collarbone. Then their neck, their jaw.. and finally, he pressed his lips against theirs.
His hands groped their body, tracing circles in their skin. He finally reached down, touching them through their underwear.
He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes searching Y/N’s expression as their breathing shifted, their body tensing, then relaxing as he continued to touch them.
“Tell me what you want from me, Sweetheart. Tell me what you want me to do to you…”
“F..Fuck..” Y/N panted softly. “Fuck me…”
“Hm? One more time? I can't hear you.” He taunted, a small grin forming on his face as he made eye contact.
“Fuck me.. please, Zack. I-.. I want you so badly..”
“Aw.. you asked so politely..” he taunted, but he adjusted the way he was sitting, pulling their underwear off of them. He stared at them, his eyes scanning their entire body.
“Shit… you're so fucking sexy, Sweetheart…”
He reached over to his bedside table, taking out two items - a bottle of lube, and a condom. They watched as he tore it open, and very slowly, and intentionally, put it on. He looked up at Y/N, who's eyes had locked onto his hands and what he was doing. He let out a quiet, breathy laugh. “How shameless… watching me… it's adorable.” He opened the bottle of lube, adding a generous amount, and slowly spreading it over his cock.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, Sweetheart?”
Y/N nodded, sort of.. eager as they watched him ready himself at their entrance. They could feel his tip brush against them, and it made them feel electric. They let out a soft, semi-nervous breath.
“I'm gonna push inside… tell me if I need to stop.” He looked at them, then slowly, he pushed the tip inside. He stopped immediately after, despite the soft moan that escaped Y/N’s mouth.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.. yes, I'm okay…” they whispered. “Please… don't stop…”
“Okay.. good.” He nodded, and pushed in just a little further, causing another moan to leave their lips. Zack grinned a bit. “Fuck, baby… you're so tight.. it feels incredible.. you're incredible.”
He slowly pulled back out, then pushed about halfway in again. He repeated this a few times, soft pants and breaths escaping his lips as he did.
“Fuck.. fuck, Sweetheart.. you're so good…” he pushed further inside, and stopped moving for a moment. “You're so incredible in every fucking way…” he started to move again, his hands on their waist, holding them down against the bed.
“S..Shit…” he started to move at a more steady pace, slowly and carefully thrusting in and out.
“You take my cock so well… so good…” he gripped their hips tighter, picking up his pace just a little bit. “I've wanted to fuck you since I first fucking saw you… I want to do more than just fuck you, baby.. I want to be all yours. I want you to be mine. I want to keep you close to me… I want you to look at me, and me alone… fuck.. I want you to be mine so bad…”
He let out soft groans and grunts between talking, his eyes watching Y/N’s blissed-out expression. They moaned softly, arching their back and trying to move with him, despite his hands on their hips - holding them down.
“You take my dick so well.. you're so damn cute… I fucking love how you sound…”
He moved faster, finally more confident that he wouldn't hurt them by moving quicker.. or harder.
“Fuck.. I won't last long if you keep making me feel this good…” he warned. “You're gonna make me cum so hard, Sweetheart…”
“Ah~ fuck..~”
Y/N could barely get any words out, their breaths quick and desperate. “Don't stop.. don't stop, Zack, please…”
He let out a soft moan. “I love when you beg for me like that… keep fucking going, baby.. keep using that pretty voice…”
They moaned again, this time a bit louder, wanting to make him happy. He grinned. “Good… so fucking good…”
His voice grew more desperate. He held tighter onto them. They were sure there would be bruises if he held any tighter.
“Fuck.. fuck, fuck… I'm cumming, baby.. come on, cum with me… cum with me, Sweetheart…” he whispered, his voice sending Y/N over the edge as well.
Together, the two of them reached their climax, their voices mixing together, filling the room with noise.
“Agh~ fuck!” Zack’s voice broke as moans escaped his lips.
As he finished, he pulled out, panting and closing his eyes, leaning down to bury his face in Y/N’s neck.
“I know that now isn't the most ideal time to say this.. but I want to see you again. As your boyfriend, maybe?”
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