˚₊‧꒰ა Emil ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Having drunk sex with the sweetest boy in school, definitely wasn’t something you’d imagine to ever do.

Emil was nerdy, sensitive, clumsy, and he was basically like a clueless puppy. However, he was extremely hot. Not only that, he had the biggest crush on you. The sexiest, and the prettiest girl in school. According to half of the boys.

Though he didn’t look like he was even capable of having a girlfriend, his dick felt so fucking good. Sex with him is like eating ice cream on a hot summer day.

It all happened at a party. A black silky dress, that hugged your curves, it really caused attention. Though, Emil was the only one who thought you looked gorgeous. Everyone else just want to throw you on the bed and fuck you.

A few drinks later, and you found yourself being penetrated by Emil’s erection. Both drunk, but visibly wanting it. Emil had a few hickeys over his neck, and you had hickeys on your breasts.

Your lipstick left stains on his face, every time you kissed him. He still had the biggest crush on you, and he got flustered at every thing you’d do. It was cute really, seeing him blush at the slightest things. Seeing his cheesy smile, seeing the way he got nervous around you.

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Currently, you were sitting on his lap, his hands on your hips. You were wiping away all the kiss marks on his face. Boy, was there a lot.

Emil was as red as a tomato, your breath fanning his lips as you continued to clean his face with a damp rag. Despite his flustered, state he still was punching you with ‘reassuring’ statements.

It was adorable, how he desperately tried to tell you he didn’t want only your body. He was so fucking sweet, sometimes it was aggravating.

“I think your beautiful. I promise, I don’t just want your body.” He whispered huskily, his French accent thick.

His pretty blue eyes searching for yours. He bit the inside of his lip, feeling the wet rag run over his skin.