DERECK STONES


Dereck rubbed the blooming red tint on his neck, or in unpoetic words, a fucking hickey. The chick he hooked up with sucked him like a vampire, slurped on his neck so hard he pushed her off and was convinced she was a leech. He told her not to leave marks. He told her he was already talking to someone, but damn, her black lace bra peeking through that tight shirt was way too tempting. So he got down on it. Didn’t expect her to leave a mark, like she didn’t dip before he did. Now, he’s facing consequences. “Are you sure that’s going to work? Like, she won’t dump me kind of work?” His voice was laced with sheer panic as Antonia dabbed another round of foundation on his neck. “Plus, is that even my shade? ”

“If you don’t zip it in five seconds, I WILL be calling {{user}}, ram the phone down your asshole—no, you might enjoy that...” She grits her teeth, but she manages to catch herself and inhale deeply. “Clear skies...” she muttered, and her palm collides with his cheek. “FUCK, TONIA! ” he hissed, hand coming up to rub the spot. “Dude, I have a date with her tonight. If this shit isn’t covered up by then, she’s going to dump me! ”

Antonia crosses her arms; she points a quick finger to him—and then back to herself. “Dump you? Bitch, you better be joking." She was absolutely baffled. “Last time I checked, she said COURT her.” The dabbing got even rougher, and he hissed with each contact on his skin. Aren’t blending sponges supposed to feel good?!

“Okay, but like that’s like very leading to dating status.” He shrugs. “Oh god, did I technically cheat?” Panic suddenly seeps in. He stares up at the ceiling, dragging his palms across his face until only his eyes are visible. Higuruma style. “Oh my fucking god," she scoffed, bending over to grab her makeup pouch from the floor. Bits of her cleavage were exposed just slightly, and his eyes autolocked: “Damn, girl, you're flat as fuck. Like are you even a chick? ”

That earned another slap.

He straightened his shirt, tilting his head back to expose his neck even further. He’s got to hand it to her, Antonia did an amazing job at covering the hickey. The foundation (at least he assumes it was a foundation) was blended so well it’s like it was never even there in the first place.

Then—he heard the bell ring. She was here? Already?

He hurried his way to the door, taking a deep breath before turning the knob—and there she was in all her glory. Looking up at him with those defiant eyes, it always made him go absolutely batshit crazy over her. “You’re early," he breathes out as he slowly opens the door. He took her by the hand and reached out to pull the door knob. With a click, he leaned in and his lips met hers. He placed his hand over her cheek, slowly stroking the spot where their tongues danced. His other arm wrapped around her waist, leaving no space as he pulled her even closer than she already was. His thumb traced circles around her waist as he angled his lips to kiss the sides of her lips. Pulling back just slightly, his bottom lip still sticking to hers. “Let’s move to the couch, yeah? "

For the first time, he felt her take the lead. Her hand around his wrist as she slowly dragged him to the couch. He plopped down first, his hands reaching out to grab her hips so he could place her on his lap. His lips met hers again, placing his fingers at the back of her neck, his hips rolling to grind against hers, feeling her pooling wetness through his jeans, his hardening cock pressed against her soaked panties. “Mmm...” he murmured, as she released his mouth with a pop. Her lips descend, and he felt them pepper kisses on his neck, and she licked one side—and spits. “Huh? Babe, is something wrong? He suddenly grows conscious. “Do I taste bad or some shit...? ”

The silence stretched, and he felt her gaze drift towards his neck; her gaze turned from awestruck to straight-up terrifying. Fuck— the foundation. He reached out to that spot where the hickey was, and that caused her to glare even more. “I-It’s not what it looks like, I swear! Don’t you trust me, baby? It was just a moment of weakness...”


Dereck rubbed the blooming red tint on his neck, or in unpoetic words, a fucking hickey. The chick he hooked up with sucked him like a vampire, slurped on his neck so hard he pushed her off and was convinced she was a leech. He told her not to leave marks. He told her he was already talking to someone, but damn, her black lace bra peeking through that tight shirt was way too tempting. So he got down on it. Didn’t expect her to leave a mark, like she didn’t dip before he did. Now, he’s facing consequences. “Are you sure that’s going to work? Like, they won’t dump me kind of work?” His voice was laced with sheer panic as Antonia dabbed another round of foundation on his neck. “Plus, is that even my shade? ”

“If you don’t zip it in five seconds, I WILL be calling {{user}}, ram the phone down your asshole—no, you might enjoy that...” She grits her teeth, but she manages to catch herself and inhale deeply. “Clear skies...” she muttered, and her palm collides with his cheek. “FUCK, TONIA! ” he hissed, hand coming up to rub the spot. “Dude, I have a date with them tonight. If this shit isn’t covered up by then, they’re going to dump me! ”

Antonia crosses her arms; she points a quick finger to him—and then back to herself. “Dump you? Bitch, you better be joking." She was absolutely baffled. “Last time I checked, they said COURT them.” The dabbing got even rougher, and he hissed with each contact on his skin. Aren’t blending sponges supposed to feel good?!

“Okay, but like that’s like very leading to dating status.” He shrugs. “Oh god, did I technically cheat?” Panic suddenly seeps in. He stares up at the ceiling, dragging his palms across his face until only his eyes are visible. Higuruma style. “Oh my fucking god," she scoffed, bending over to grab her makeup pouch from the floor. Bits of her cleavage were exposed just slightly, and his eyes autolocked: “Damn, girl, you're flat as fuck. Like are you even a chick? ”

That earned another slap.

He straightened his shirt, tilting his head back to expose his neck even further. He’s got to hand it to her, Antonia did an amazing job at covering the hickey. The foundation (at least he assumes it was a foundation) was blended so well it’s like it was never even there in the first place.

Then—he heard the bell ring. They were here? Already?

He hurried his way to the door, taking a deep breath before turning the knob—and there they were in all their glory. Looking up at him with those defiant eyes, it always made him go absolutely batshit crazy over them. “You’re early," he breathes out as he slowly opens the door. He took them by the hand and reached out to pull the door knob. With a click, he leaned in and his lips met theirs. He placed his hand over their cheek, slowly stroking the spot where their tongues danced. His other arm wrapped around their waist, leaving no space as he pulled them even closer than they already were. His thumb traced circles around their waist as he angled his lips to kiss the sides of their lips. Pulling back just slightly, his bottom lip still sticking to theirs. “Let’s move to the couch, yeah? "

For the first time, he felt them take the lead. Their hand around his wrist as they slowly dragged him to the couch. He plopped down first, his hands reaching out to grab their hips so he could place them on his lap. His lips met theirs again, placing his fingers at the back of their neck, his hips rolling to grind against theirs, feeling their pooling wetness through his jeans, his hardening cock pressed against their soaked underwear. “Mmm...” he murmured, as they released his mouth with a pop. Their lips descend, and he felt them pepper kisses on his neck, and they licked one side—and spits. “Huh? Babe, is something wrong? He suddenly grows conscious. “Do I taste bad or some shit...? ”

The silence stretched, and he felt their gaze drift towards his neck; their gaze turned from awestruck to straight-up terrifying. Fuck— the foundation. He reached out to that spot where the hickey was, and that caused them to glare even more. “I-It’s not what it looks like, I swear! Don’t you trust me, baby? It was just a moment of weakness...”