hostileheart

[hostileheart]

nefors can fuck

sum: you’re minding your own business and the two men come across you what will happen?

tw: rape/noncon elements, beating, death threats, heavy nsfw

You wanted a smoke break as the cold air hissed over your body and you staggered outdoors into what seemed to be nothing at all. A forest was getting closer to your residential complex. It seems like the whole place was deserted at all times of day. You went to the tree where you often hung out, leaving your tracks in the snow. It was ten o'clock when you looked down at your phone; it wasn't very late, but it was late enough to serve as a reminder to stay alert of your surroundings. Sitting quietly, taking drags from your cigarette, you notice two men approaching you. You squint as the two young guys approach, their faces become more identifiable, but you weren't bothered by this because you knew them given that you attended school with both of them at one point, and that they most likely lived close by. Your pulse raced as you watched them get closer and closer, giving you the impression that you were frozen in time by that tree. You couldn't have put together how quickly the filthy blonde nods his head and tells the raven-headed man to seize you with only a single nod. Nikita covered your lips with one hand while grabbing your arms and pinned them over your head. He pushed his groin against your own a warm sensation formed from there his lips contorted to a pleased yet uncomfortable expression. Before you knew it, Nikita was quickly taking a hammer out of his pocket and Artyom was standing next to you.

"I'll split your fucking skull open if you say one fucking word, slut."

You nod, tears stinging your eyes as you look at him fearfully. You glance at Nikita, who's still silent, and he stares at Artyom.

“Just kill her? Easy enough," he murmurs, not really listening to you other than to forcefully wrap his hands around your frail wrists.

"Kill the bitch and then rape her." With a smile, the blonde moves closer to Nikita, his dick stiffening as he eyes you down.

Nikita’s heart pounds looking at Artyom with slight uncertainty then back at you, he hides away a smile nervous at the idea of fucking.

Nikita mumbles, obviously reserved and unsure of what to say, "She's good enough."

Nikita is nudged aside by Artyom as he grips your hips and draws you in close behind him.

Nikita responds to Artyom's prodding to "grab her hands" by listening to him intuitively.

"Please, I'll do everything you want me. You murmur, "Please don't kill me," turning to face Nikita first and then back to Artyom.

“If you're good enough, we might just..” Nikita replies, expressionless, and then forcibly grips your jaw to divert your attention from Artyom abruptly tugging down your shorts. Your legs tremble from the cold air and the sensation of Artyom's thin, rough fingers gripping your bare ass as you whimper softly in need of comfort. Your hands relax into Nikita's, who looks at you bewildered but accepts it as he gently rubs your hands. Nikita wanted to touch you more, but he knew he was not permitted to do so until Artyom said anything of the sort.

When Artyom realized what was going on between you and Nikita, he moaned and rolled his eyes out of small-time envy. Then, with his thumb pressing on your asshole and his index finger forcing its way inside your tight cunt, you gasped reflexively.

"Whore, don't get comfortable." Spitting into your ear, Artyom He arched his brows in response to Nikita's expressionless countenance. Nikita stepped closer to your figure covering your mouth with his slender pale hand knowing what was to come next, Nikita glanced down at your cunt as his friend finger fucked you slowly, Nikita growing harder himself shyly looking away from your eyes as he sensed it. Artyom knows to move quickly, so he rushes and unbuckles his belt, unzipping his jeans, and letting his dick stretch out. Sliding both hands over your hips, Artyom inserted himself inside of you, gasping at the feeling. He briefly held back, burying his head in the bend of your neck, then gathered himself to pound his hips into yours and huffing softly. Nikita lets go of your hands immediately, seizing a knife from his pocket and pushing it on your throat. He then slides his hands beneath your hoodie, violently gripping your bare tits and slowly rubbing his thumb over your nipple. Sweet, gentle moans and groans come out of your lips.

He murmurs into your ear, breathing heavily on your neck, "Don't dare to speak."

You nod, obviously overwhelmed by what's happening and forced to listen to them while tears stream down your cheeks. Nikita, unable to grind against you because of the position you were all in, slipped up your sweater to have a closer look at your tits as he moved his slender hands up and down your build. He truly admired every inch of your body, He wanted you all to himself though he knew he couldn't win any argument against Artyom.

Both males genuinely needed a good fuck for a while, as Artyom driven into you slowly while trying not to moan aloud. They hadn't never fucked someone before.

With jealousy piercing his heart and manhood, Nikita gazed across at Artyom his eyes then fluttering back to your figured. Artyom dug his fingers into your sides, glancing at Nikita wanting to fuck with him.

"so fucking tight" Artyom mumbled out as he could feel himself coming close. Nikita was impatient and remarked, "Come on, my turn already." Nikita gave a quiet grunt. His hands crept over his belt, waiting to feel something.

"Hurry then," Artyom said, rolling his eyes, giggling and pulling out his still-sensitive dick. He switches places with Nikita, who is observing and gently pumping his dick.

Without wasting any time, Nikita unbuttons and unzips his pants. His long, pleading dick then emerges and slips into your already sensitive cunt from Artyom's pounding, grasping your ass with one hand. Nikita sees himself expand into you and whimpers out. Your cunt hurts at the feeling, and you let out a loud exhale. Nikita pulls you up from your throat by grabbing your hip with one hand. His rough hands would probably leave a trace on your delicate skin. Nikita thrusts into you slowly before picking up the pace as he needs.

Artyom then takes this new position you two were in to his advantage, jerking himself against your torso. Both of the noises coming from the two boys was all too much for you “please ..” you huffed out as Nikita continued to sensely fuck you.

Nikita quickly realized that he was getting close.

He gave a moan and proceeded to fill your tender cunt with his viscous fluids. He huffed as he sprawled across your body, taking a breather before he pulled away. Artyom glanced at Nikita before grabbing you against himself after Nikita pulled out, pushing you down to your knees, Shoving his cock into your throat thrusting twice before cumming, His hands intertwined with your hair aggressively.

“Be good, swallow..” His eyes widened as he watched your face and noticed how your chilly knees were getting red in the snow. In the hopes that they won't do anything more, you comply and swallow.

You are knocked unconscious by the hammer Nikita was using after they had concealed themselves. Both of their hearts pounded from all of it.

Artyom smiled, "Good can't have her remembering."

"Slut, fucking easy" Nikita chuckles. After that, they go back to Artyom's apartment, calling it a night

[hostileheart]

cruel and crimson

tw: heavy nsfw, knife play, physical abuse, physical violence, blood, non con elements

Malachai strode alone through the deserted streets, making his rounds and groaning with tiredness. Malachai completed what he knew logistically to be worthless duties, never expecting to see anything intriguing. Sliding back against a rough red brick wall in an empty alley he kicked the dust and rocks as he groaned to himself. Then suddenly, the sound of a failing car engine screeches through the empty streets. You pound the engine's steering wheel in an unsuccessful attempt to restart this with all of your might. As you exit the vehicle and raise the hood, the exhaust mocks you for being unprepared for the engine's obvious need for professional assistance. The sound of you slamming the hood attracts Malachai’s attention, he practically runs toward the origin of the sound meeting your unsuspected gaze his eyes trace all over your frame, as you appear to be his age. Your eyes widen at the sight of another human being present in the eerie small town.

“You there, outlander..” He snarled out gripping his blade behind his back not wanting to frighten you initially. His eyes prolong around your chest then back up your eyes not breaking eye contact He knew that this would be an issue, a strange woman on Gatlin’s property would be very unbecoming if someone else were to find you. Stepping closer to you as well as the vehicle

Your eyes narrow as the ginger steps closer, “Hey my car broke down…is there anyone here who could help?..” You sigh in frustration

"You're well past the nearest auto shop," Malachai says with a scowl. "Come morning, and I'll send someone out to help you," he said after a long pause. He became more tense as he looked intently at you and softly grinned as he caught your glance.

Hesitantly responding, shyly looking up “I truly appreciate the offer ill take you up on it.. what's your name..” You smile softly in an attempt to ease the tension that surrounds the both of you.

Dissatisfied by your effort at kindness, he spat out "Malachai" and stepped closer, revealing his blade as he pushed his knee between your legs as well as blocking your mouth roughly with his hand declaring, "Say one word, and I'll slit that lovely throat of yours, outlander.. Come with me now.” Malachai’s heartbeat raced as he pulled your frail wrist in the direction of the then-empty church. A nasty concept crossed his mind many times since he first saw you. His body was pleading for release from within It had been so long since he had allowed himself to touch himself since he had not had the opportunity to do so recently.

He swiftly closed the doors as he entered the church and checked the outside before smacking you across the face and briefly knocking you out causing you to fall. He didn't take long to get you totally stripped and lying on the chilly ground. Malachai jerked you awake, causing you to sit up slowly, gaze up at him, and scream as you realized you were naked. He slapped you again, failing to knock you unconscious, and as you whimpered in agony, he pulled you into his face while holding a blade in the other hand.

‘Get on your knees cunt..” He spits out looking down at your pathetic figure.

“You're on private property you must pay with your body-outlander whore..”He licked his lips softly before releasing your chin and lowering the zipper from his dark-brown jeans. His immense pale, freckled cock swelled and extended over your face.

You grimace at first sight before glancing over at his blade and tears prick at your eyes, heart beating you look up at him not saying a word.

Malachai scoffs in agitation, quickly pointing the blade at your neck

“Now, bitch, don't make me reiterate myself.” He lowered the blade to the side while squinting. He was visibly anxious, struggling to keep his feelings of exhilaration under control as his hands trembled at his side.

You place your hand on the side of his hand the other on the end of his shaft slowly pumping it as it lay over your face. Malachai’s chest lifted up and down, whimpering softly as you slowly jerked him off. He slapped your face in agitation and grabbed your chin sliding his thumb in your mouth and rubbing it over your tongue.

“Use your mouth whore you must know better than that..” He groaned looking down at you his dick twitching pratcially pleading for something more.

You hesitantly look away before closing your eyes nodding slowly placing your lips around his pink tip slowly deepthroating the length. Your eyes flutter tears forming as you initially struggle to take the length, he slides his slender hands through your hair pushing you down to the end of the base.

"Fuck.." He sighed and felt your buzzing mouth over the length of his dick; in response, you raised and lowered your head. Due to how long it has been since you last took part in this kind of activity, you can't help but feel a little eager to his notions.

After a few while, he abruptly removes your head from his throbbing manhood. Even though he couldn't give a damn about how you felt, he couldn't help but become thrilled when he saw liquid running down your leg as you had his length completely down his mouth.

He grabs your chin and lifts you up your torso, shouting "Stand."

He looks down at your dripping cunt and then at your shaking figure, Malchai steps closer, sliding his knee in-between your thighs and motioning his thigh rapidly against your cunt as he gripped onto your breasts before abruptly kissing you shoving his tongue inside your mouth sloppily, gripping onto the back of your skull.

You groan out in discomfort as his rough hands search your body. He growls in annoyance at your rejection of his touch as he removes the blade from his back pocket cutting a thin line across your chest

“Unless you want to die, behave yourself for me.” Malachi pushes two fingers into your cunt and pulls them out again, causing you to heave and grab his shoulders as he violently finger fucks you all the way to your core. His thumb rubs over your clit teasingly all the while your body twitches in pleasure reaching climax, he removes the fingers from you licking them before shoving the two fingers inside your mouth..

“See? Good girls get rewards..” He smiles as he watches you suck his fingers in delight he pushes you over the pew.

He rushes fast to place his throbbing cock above your entrance and shove himself inside of you. Malachai holds your sides securely, stoops and kisses your neck tenderly, then stands and grabs them violently. He whimpers louder as his thrusts get sloppy and quicker. Malachai slides out of your cunt as he moves his hands quickly along himself, releasing his seed along your back while he groans loudly. Malachai grabs your blouse, rubbing it against your back and cleaning you up.

He looks at you compassionately, as if he needs more since he has loved the entire endeavor. “Considering it again... I'll let you remain, what's your name?”

He assists you in standing up while grinning at you.

[hostileheart]

Spring/Winter

Highly inspired by telly82 on ao3

John Baker moves in with John Phillips after dropping out of school.

tw: period typical homophobia, nsf/w

Spring came as quickly as winter ended. Five months with little to no word from John Baker. All John Phillips knew about his current predicament was that he was no longer at school despite graduation itching two months away for the older boys. Given this Baker’s authoritarian parents kicked him out of their house, temporarily of course. Spring came as quickly as winter ended, as Patty and John Baker’s relationship. What John was to her was nothing significant whatsoever, turns out that after getting into legal issues once Bud Valentine’s corpse and the stolen car were found Baker’s parents forbade him from seeing her. This was after Baker came home after two months to grab some things in an attempt to run away out of state with the twenty-five-year-old woman. Patty had no real issue with this dilemma. The time she had with Baker was lovely, however, he was a nuisance to her homely quiet life. Baker had loved her in the worst way, the grievance of not being able to see her again hit him hard. Despite searching for her, she had left town fearing the backlash of rumors of her entangling with a younger man and the money from Baker’s parents paying her off to start a new life without their son. Baker blamed himself as well as his parents for his downfall. Baker ultimately dropped out of the lovely private school his parents had set for him.

John Phillips and John Baker’s previous friends had all graduated at this point. Summer was just beginning, it was oddly quiet for John Phillips as it was stressful for Baker. In a desperate attempt to find a place to stay John Baker had come to Phillip’s home practically pleading. John Baker’s version of pleading with his male friends was making snarky remarks about that given situation and apologizing for said snarky remarks, then apologizing for past hurtful things said. Baker built this all up in his head as he was on his way to Phillip’s house. Baker had a reputation; after he left the boarding school, for being quite the callous and selfish type. This wasn’t wrong, John Phillips started to sympathize with his situation after Baker began to live with him. Considering the fact Baker’s parents were invasively strict, this type of behavior was normal for him. Just like John Phillip’s occasional outbursts of anger, people close to Phillips knew him for being more sprung, overtly emotional ‘pissy all the time’ if they will, and extremely impulsive. This was normal for both of them yet they never recognized it in themselves, causing conflict and deterioration in their friendship. John Phillips had viewed Baker to be his best friend, while this was true on the outside; Baker didn’t feel the same way all the time. Phillips was blinded by this until the moment a woman came into his best friend's life. Baker didn't just ignore the other guys, but him as well. Why him? He was important, right? Going as far as hiding her from Phillips and the others was insane to Phillips. Sure speaking to a woman would be great after all he didn’t get the chance to all the time, considering he went to an all-boys school. However, he wouldn’t steal his best friend’s ‘girlfriend’, thinking about it all now made Phillips flustered. He hated the recurring thought that was present after realizing Baker truly loved Patty; of wanting Phillips to himself, a self-pitying agonizing thought that was as it bore his mind ever so often. What he needed more from Baker than his attention, was an actual apology, something bespoken from the heart. Phillips accepted the reality of this never happening as his own.

John Phillips woke up that morning in a warm sweat, not being used to the layout of his room now. His mother had a bunk bed installed in his room upon hearing Baker’s elaboration of his current situation; which gave Phillips a headache. This bothered Phillips, he greatly valued his personal space however he let it slide for now as he felt like this whole situation wouldn’t last very long. Phillips yawned softly running his hands through his hair, his black wife beater stuck to his sweaty lanky figure, and his dark blue boxers clinging to him. Phillips climbed down the top bunk, careful not to wake up Baker. He puts on sweatpants and then slips out of his room to begin his day.

After two hours or so that consisted of making coffee, and eggs for himself, as well as reading up on a magazine relating to computers. It was now ten a.m., which is when Baker had finally decided to wake up. A slumped figure that was his own made its way to the kitchen and poured himself some water. Phillips watched this all before minding himself back to the magazine as Baker sat across from him, his posture indifferent from Baker’s slouched posture and agitated face to fit. After glancing at him a couple of times and pretending not to do so Phillips finally found the courage to speak, putting on a somewhat bothered tone of voice.

“Sleep well?” Phillips spoke with efficiency.

Baker glanced up, his head pounding from the lack of sleep he gathered last night, the thought of sleeping in his former best friend's house after he wronged him combined with the overarching main thought of his not living with Patty or seeing her did a number on his mental state, as well as his physical state.

“Fine,” he muttered, looking over at Phillips and wrapping his slender fingers around the older glass cup. “You?” he said after hesitating to make conversation.

“Good,” Phillips said pushing back his long dark brown hair

“Had a strange dream other than that great.” This wasn’t true; he just needed to add to the conversation.

“About what?” Baker said before finishing the water standing up to dispose of it in the sink.

Phillips had already cleaned his plate off before Baker came into the room. Stalling, Phillips opened the balcony door, looked over at Baker and stepped outside onto it, taking out a cigarette for the both of them, lighting it up, passing the lighter, and allowing Baker to light it before placing the lighter on the balcony ledge.

“Some long Lovecraftian type of nightmare, except the monster had your face.” Phillips giggled and leaned back looking over at him with a content facial expression. Baker smiled softly, followed by a chuckle.

“I'm sure of it,” a moment of awkward silence “what's the strangest dream you had?” he muttered out.

Now that he was thinking about there weren’t any super odd dreams you know except the occasional what the fuck dreams everyone gets. Phillips told him about a dream he had about something related to space visitors, a pizza shop, and himself.

“What about you?” Phillips tapped on his cigarette ashes falling from it.

Baker pondered for a moment and decided to tease Phillips just to see his reaction.

“What one where we were locked in my dorm back at St. Johns... We had a class we were supposed to go to stressed out we couldn’t make it”

Baker giggled

“and the only way I could calm you down was by holding you.” he waited a moment to see the look on Phillips's face.

Phillips's face turned red and he coughed smoke coming out of his mouth he gripped the balcony edge “Shut up” he smiled and punched Baker’s shoulder teasingly.

Baker giggled, “I'm just kidding, should've seen the look on your face.. priceless... Besides it's not like I haven’t thought about it before you were the most chick-looking person on campus” Baker added teasing him further. His hand slid down his shoulder, feeling the area where Phillips had hit him.

“Oh please the ladies love my hair, and I guess even some of the guys huh?” Phillips teased back as they both headed inside.

“Don’t flatter yourself” Baker added as they both slouched down on the couch Baker smiling feeling somewhat content as he leaned back into Phillips's lap.

“I'm gonna rest for a while..” He muttered as his gaze fell sleepy, his body stretched out across the couch.

“Besides it’s not like you have anything going on today, if you want we can go to the river later,” He added before quickly falling asleep.

Phillips was caught off guard by this sudden action and proposal of some sort of friendliness. as it had been so long since Baker had done this sort of thing. They would do it all the time whenever they would study together and one of them fell asleep, the other would finish writing the other’s piece. Of course, this is all being done in private, and the first incident of it occurred when they were thirteen of course with some minor bickering at each other; if anyone had gotten ahold of this information they would surely be teased about it. Given it’s an all-boys school, this type of behavior and even romances were common but nobody dared to speak of it or acknowledge it.

Phillips's heart beat rapidly, as he ran his fingers through Baker’s mop of light brown hair. This sickened him in his logistical thought. However, his body gave away his hindsight mind's intentions; which coursed through his slender fingers in his best friend's hair.

Baker could feel this, it was soothing to him in some strange nostalgic feeling as he drifted to sleep which he so desperately needed. He didn’t care if this bothered Phillips as a matter of fact in his version, he thought it would help Phillips be less pissed at him, which of course worked to his liking.

Trying to occupy his mind on other subjects, Phillips put on a TV show as he did too slowly fall asleep as it was only eleven a.m.

Later on upon waking up, Baker noticed Phillips was asleep. He stared at him for a little while examining his facial features, he moved his head off his lap; sitting up next to him as the TV blared in the background. Baker glanced over at the clock, it now being two o'clock on the dot.

Baker elbowed Phillips with enough strength to wake him up but not piss him off.

“The hell..” he mumbled as his eyes opened slowly looking over at Baker’s eager grin.

“Let's go,” Baker exclaimed without giving it much thought. All he knew was that he needed to get out of the house, preferably with another human being.

“Go where” Phillips's eyes followed Baker’s figure as he stood up and walked to their room.

“The river!” shouted Baker from a distance as he changed into something more suited for warmer weather. Phillips sighed as he stood up following Baker, noticing he was changing still his eyes widened before he quickly stood outside the room facing away with a bland facial expression.

“Yeah alright’’ you better not be wearing my blue shorts I'll kill you” He groaned with exhaustion that occurred from him just waking up. Baker stepped out wearing an unfamiliar pair of green shorts, and a large dark blue white-rimmed t-shirt. Phillips assumed this was Baker’s own.

Phillips headed inside his room, shutting the door before undressing. He looked at himself in the mirror for a second while thinking about Baker’s physique. While it was true Baker had a leaner build, He was still decently skinny, more so than Baker. He quickly changed into a large black T-shirt and his blue shorts.

“Ready Freddy,” Phillips said with a grin before grabbing a bag from the floor.

“Your car or mine?” Baker asked as they headed out the door.

"Yours” Phillips sighed softly as they entered Baker’s car. It was enough that Baker was living with him, that he’d use his gas on him. He giggled at the thought of this,

“What are you thinking about shithead?” Baker messed with him, glancing at him before looking back at the road.

“Nothing, nothing, don't worry,” Phillips chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“Uh huh,” Baker tapped his fingers to the tune of the music they were listening to as a comfortable silence filled the car. This didn’t bother them at all, as they were accustomed to this.

Phillips realized he had brought Jack Daniels with him in his bag and two prerolls smiled to himself as he dug it out of the bag. It was easy for him to get access to this sort of stuff, His parents didn’t notice it being gone nor did they care if he was drinking. Phillips wasn't consistent, only saving it to hang out with his buddies.

“Brought some goodies” He flashed it quickly, letting baker get a peak before putting it back in his bag.

“Awesome man,” Baker swallowed heavily as he smiled, his heart beating quickly. He appreciated that Phillips still offered this type of stuff to him despite their current situation. If he was being honest he knew that Phillips didn’t hate him entirely, Baker was at a loss to this but didn't stress it much as he took things as they came.

Phillips smiled to himself as he looked out the window into the vast light green shrubbery and evening sky.

They eventually arrived, parked in a desolate part down a path, they walked around 4 minutes before reaching the river.

Phillips took off his shirt and sat against the dirt near the river line with pre-roll in hand he lit it up as Baker approached him with his shirt off their belongings behind them. Phillips hit it, inhaling deeply, as he passed it over to Baker. Their eyes met for a prolonged second, neither of them seeming to look away; Phillips being the first one to do so, he watched as Baker’s soft pink lips took the preroll. He licked his lips before looking away towards the river, his chin in his palm. Baker’s chest burned with a desire he couldn’t explain if it was the weed or the situation he was grateful to be in. Baker stood up before handing the pre roll back to Phillips, needing to clear his mind he ran towards the river jumping in. The cold water surrounded him with such a head rush this was. The bleak sails through the tree leaves as he tilts his head back watching the leaves fall.

Phillips, wanting to join him, finishes the last remaining bit of the blunt and jumps in quickly nearing Baker. Instantaneously splashing on impact and another splash followed after being intentionally caused. The two splash together, messing with each other under the water for a while before heading back up to land.

Somewhat exhausted they both dry off and sit down on the cold earth underneath them.

Being high and more ballsy, Phillips dared himself to ask Baker more personal questions.

“Do you miss her... You know Patty” Phillip asked as he reached for the Jack, taking a swig before handing it over to Baker. Baker took it from him, taking a long swig before handing it back.

“There was something so intrinsic about her, I was so overcome with what I felt for her I never thought about what she could be thinking about, and I wonder if that is what drove her away.” Baker spills, being high he wouldn't have given this thought light to anyone else but Phillips.

Phillips nods, not saying anything. His body language tells all as he moves closer to Baker, their thighs nearly pressing together.

“It sucks man, it does. I wanted so much more with her.. with myself the both of us” He sniffled sneakily, trying to hide the fact he was on the verge of crying. He grabs the bottle of booze back after Phillips has another sip.

“And I’m truly grateful for you taking me in man, I know I haven't been the best to you in the past couple of months it means a lot to me your kindness I’m so sorry”

That's exactly what Phillips needed to hear, he was glad for the first time in a long time Baker was opening up to him. Baker rested his head upon Phillips's lanky shoulder, it was uncomfortable but neither cared.

“Fuck man..” Phillips's eyes pricked with tears, he was mad but he couldn’t bring himself to express so “It’s okay John, I understand. Tell me anything you want to, anytime you're my best friend”

Phillips ran his fingers through Baker’s hair, he leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Baker wrapped his arm around Phillips whispering and muttering things, followed by soft sobs.

This was overdue really, Phillips could feel it now just like Baker did. Phillips couldn’t bring himself to say much more, he couldn't find the right words to say. His physical actions were enough for Baker, all he wanted was for him to stick around as long as he felt like it.

“Stay as long as you need John” John Phillips said with no hesitance before the both of them stood up his arm around his shoulder as the both of them walked back to the car.

“I can drive, don't worry” Phillips slid into the driver's seat, as Baker sat in the passenger seat.

No word from Baker until they came home, Phillips's parents were still out for the night, a note on the counter from them stating that this was normal for him. The two sat outside on the balcony finishing the bottle of Jack and Smoking the other preroll Phillips had saved. No words were said, only looks were exchanged. Baker's deep eyes stared into Phillips's soft dark eyes, they both awkwardly looked away when they noticed they would stare at each other too long. His heart beating with a strange sensation pushed Phillips further.

“Did you fuck her?” Phillips asked boldly clearly being high, he handed the blunt over to Baker.

Caught off guard for a good reason Baker’s eyes widened, and he chuckled.

“Close, not exactly she's not the type you’d think she'd be... But if you're curious...I fingered her, and she gave me a handjob” He chuckled recalling the incident, before passing the blunt over to Phillips.

“What about you, have you been with anyone since graduation?” Baker knew very well that Phillips wasn't the social type, especially with girls he was way too full of himself at times.

Phillips's face turned red listening to him, and even redder when the question arose.

“Honestly? No, I haven't even kissed anyone” He spit straight out looking over at Phillips and then promptly looking away noticing Baker’s eyes on him.

“Seriously? Man, we need to get you out more, that's insane... You're so pretty too I'm sure chicks would flock to you pretty quickly.” open about his thoughts, Baker looked over at him awaiting his response to no avail.

“If you want...I could teach you how.” He sounded very serious in his request Phillips's eyes widened with disbelief, and he looked away

“The fuck are you on about” He spit out, Phillip's face flushed red as his hands were clamoring around his knees. A confusing feeling of anger and arousal washed over him as he glanced over at Baker.

“To kiss,” Baker replied

..

A moment of silence

“If you insist, sure” His voice was shaky as he glanced over at Baker.

The two move closer together, their knees rubbing against each other, Baker slides his hand into the small of Phillips's waist.

“Don’t stare, and don’t try to eat my face off” Baker stated chuckling

“I'm aware Don't mention it” Phillips laughed nervously looking down at Baker’s hand around his waist.

“Yeah, I'm sure you are..” Baker laughed as he moved his face closer to Phillips’s, their noses touching. Phillips shut his eyes he found himself vulnerable again, he leaned closer, as did Baker. Phillips slid his hand over Baker’s knee. Then a gentle kiss is placed upon Phillip’s lips. The long-haired boy kisses him back gently and hesitantly at first, their heartbeats rising as the tension builds, they both know this is long overdue but can't admit it because it doesn't feel real. It had dug deeper and passionately before Phillips pulled away laughing nervously quickly.

“What the fuck” He laughed and leaned back against the wall, his knees sliding into his chest before he stood up.

Baker chuckled at his reaction, licking his lips as he stood up helping Phillips up.

“Im too good right” Baker teased, obviously fucking with Phillips

“Don’t flatter yourself now, go shower idiot” They headed inside, and time slowed down for Phillips while he showered a million thoughts rushing through his head, His body felt hot, the warm water rushing down his body, slender legs shaking as he washed his hair trying to clear his mind, It couldn't be helped he needed for it to happen again. Phillips looked down and sighed looking around the shower, desperately hoping what he saw wasn’t real. Oh, he was so hard all the while he was thinking about what he just did with his best friend.

He denied himself initially giving into the self-pleasure that he ever so needed, not having time to do so since Baker moved in. Now was the only time, Phillips let out a frustrated sigh as he accepted what he needed to do.

Phillips slides his hand down his pale slender body, his long hair dripping wet as water pours down on him. Wrapping his fingers ever so delicately around his twitching dick. Slowly pumping his hand around it, trying to think of other things and not what just happened.

“fucking christ..” He groaned in agitation, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to imagine some big-titted blonde chick. It worked for a moment but not for long, his mind raced thinking about Baker now as his hand pace quickened. His body shook with delight, he whimpered softly under the sounds of the showerhead.

It never occurred to him that he didn’t shut the door completely. Baker was looking for the hairbrush he left in that particular bathroom from the day previous, he opened the door swiftly, his eyes widened at the sight that was ahead of him. Baker's face flushed red, a twisted smile came across his face as he quickly grabbed the brush and exited the bathroom.

He walked with a quick pace back to Phillips’s and his room, he flopped onto his bed burying his face into the pillow.

“What the hell?” He groaned, he didn't even say sorry or knock before entering. He couldn't have known, it was no coincidence that whatever Phillips was doing was what he was just doing moments ago as he was in the shower. He missed Patty's touch so much that he became eager and open to anyone who gave him the chance, but this felt different deep down, he knew it did and despised it.

Phillips was still stuck standing still in the shower, still hard, his eyes stayed wide open as he slid his hands through his hair gripping it, and hit the wall softly.

“Fuck” he hissed out before looking down, having no motivation to finish himself off; he waits for it to go down, cold water helped. Phillips dried off and got dressed before heading out to the kitchen, his palms placed against the cold marble, his mind rushing before he quickly entered his room and grabbed Baker by the collar of his shirt.

“What is your deal man” he hissed out, his cheeks turning pink while tears pricked at his eyes ever so slightly.

Baker shakes his hands up and sputters out absent-minded.

“What are you walking about” his eyes widened at a loss of why Phillips would react like this.

“Too fucking touchy is your problem, giving me no damn privacy do you have any idea how I've felt” Phillips's hands shook as he pushed Baker against the bunk bed’s wooden slab.

Baker thought for a moment, looking away and then back over at him sympathetically. Baker’s brain felt fried, he reached his hands out grabbing Phillip’s arm.

“Don’t!” Phillips hissed out as he paced around the space.

Angrily at the denial of his touch, Baker shouted,

“It’s not my problem that you're some fucking homo, I was messing with you man” Baker came closer to Phillips grabbing his shirt collar.

Phillips shook his head and pushed Baker off of him.

“Don’t fucking say that, I know you enjoyed it too you can’t lie to me.” Phillips practically shouted out as he paced around with impatience.

….

A moment of silence went by, and Phillips wiped the tears away from his deep brown eyes, not surprised at all by Baker’s silence. Phillips came closer to Baker, grabbing his collar.

Baker’s disposition stiffened as he came closer, he allowed it. He reached out to grab Phillips's chin. Phillips slapped it away, he grabbed Baker’s chin, and Baker slid his knee in between Phillips's legs. Baker glanced at Phillips's face, his cheeks flushed pink, his eyes watery and his hair still damp from the shower. He was truly gorgeous Baker couldn’t deny it, Phillips's hands shook to his side as he slowly reached out for Baker's waist pressing himself against Baker’s lean body. Phillips grabbed Baker’s chin aggressively pulling him into a deep kiss, his hand slid down to Baker’s throat gripping it tightly, as Baker pushed himself against Phillips's body. Their tongues slid over each other sloppily, Baker let out a whimper as Phillips pushed him further against the slab, his hand tight around his neck, Baker pushed him off, gripping Phillips's shirt collar and swapping their places. Baker slid his hand down Phillips's shirt teasingly tracing his fingers around Phillip’s v-line as their lips met again. Phillips gripped his hip bone roughly pushing himself against the other boy's bulge. Baker slid his hand down Phillips black sweatpants, the frail boy arched himself forward towards Baker’s gentle touch. His soft hands

John thrust himself into John Baker’s hand, as he struggled to please the other boy in the same manner which he was being pleased. Phillips snuck his slender around Baker’s hip slowly sliding it down gripping his ass tightly. Baker groaned and quickened his hand pace around John’s throbbing dick. Phillips parted from the kiss and let go of baker’s hip.

“Fuck John” He whimpered sheepishly into Baker’s ear before kissing his neck. “Please I can’t” He leaned his head into Baker’s shoulder.

“Please.. Please what?” Baker snickered back, letting go of Phillips pleading dick before rapidly moving his thumb around the tip causing Phillips to squirm.

“Shit… do something please,” Phillips said in a frustrated tone, grinding against Baker’s soft hand. Baker nods, quickly lowering himself to Phillip’s waist level. Phillips grabs the wooden slab above him tightly as Baker pulls down his black sweatpants; his blue boxers as well.

Phillips' long, thick manhood springs out, precum hitting Baker on the nose.

“Sorry..” He whispers as He sulks down, running his fingers through Baker's light brown hair, his fingers grabbing ahold of Baker’s chin. Phillips didn’t speak much; he allowed the baker to please him as he wished to.

Baker took Phillips' dick into his mouth, from the tip to about halfway to the base, Phillips grabbed the end of the base. his hair and pushed Baker’s head further towards the end of his base. Baker didn’t struggle to take him by surprise, he enjoyed this whole process; watching Phillip's hard ego break down into a soft vulnerable form that he could only see and admire.

It has been about five minutes now, Phillips was on the edge. He gripped the bunk bed’s wooden slab tightly with one hand and the baker's head with the other.

“Cumming” he grunted out before releasing his hot seed down Baker's throat. Phillips panted heavily before baker stood up with a sour expression on his face, but this was to be accepted. “Baker kissed Phillips deeply before they swapped places.

Phillips pulled down Baker’s dark red sweatpants, Baker was thicker than himself but not longer. He admired it briefly, his slender hands pumping it as Baker thrusted into his hand quickly.

“Are you sure about this?” He whimpered out before grabbing Phillips head, running his fingers through his long dark locks.

“Of course, just stay still” Phillips said before putting Baker’s tip inbetween his puffy pouty lips, licking around the tip to the end of the base before deepthroating it grabbing onto his hands as he did so.

“Didn’t know we were good at this sort of thing..” Baker snickered out gripping Phillips hair tighter.

“Instead of running that pretty mouth of yours all the time you could’ve been doing this.” Baker grunted out pushing Phillips head down all the way reaching his pubes.

Phillips was struggling somewhat but he slowly got the hold of it, after pulling away after a couple of seconds tears pricking at his eyes when the tip of Baker’s aching dick reached the back of his throat.

“So fucking pretty..” Baker whispered out admiring Phillips facial features, rubbing Phillips head as he came down his throat without warning.

Phillips pulled away before swallowing the load,

“Shit man could’ve at least told me '' He said, rubbing his lips with a peevish look on his face.

Baker giggled “My bad, couldn’t help myself you're too easy..” He gripped Phillip's head before kissing him again this time more delicately and once on the forehead.

“Don't mention this to anyone” Phillips whispered out, embarrassed but pleased with himself.

“Yeah who’d I tell anyway?..” Baker mocks sarcastically, rolling his eyes..

Phillips teasingly punches his shoulder.

The rest of the night consisted of watching a movie in awkward silence once their soberness returned to them, and went to bed without a word.

[hostileheart]

All to tell (John Phillips X (fem) reader)

second FF upload to tumblr if you have any suggestions let me know thank you// to sum this one up you both work as interns at your father's company and it seems that he knows more about you than you anticipated TW for heavy sexual content and non-con elements

You lived in upstate Maryland for as long as you could remember, traveling briskly for your family's work related reasons or for a blissful summer holiday. You yourself never got out much at all, surrounded by the comfort of your home and your private college. Despite living in one place for that amount of time you still found yourself unsociable, purely out of choice. It was a rare occurrence to make conversation with anyone your age about any non school related subjects. There was no real reason to, having a one track mind makes it easy to accomplish what you wanted to. Which was exactly why your father had chosen you over your brother to take an internship at the company he was employed at. You felt dubiously guilty about the endeavor, most of the people starting an internship at the business were sons of other wealthy, dull, like minded middle aged men. On the eve of your first day you pondered to yourself about all the opportunities this could open for you, what type of impression you were going to make upon your father’s coworkers, your mind strains at the mere thought of the possible creepy touchy older men whose eyes would pin you down as you were simply trying to file paperwork, when they would make that so sickening small talk people do. Rest assured if anything was to happen you could leave whenever you pleased.

The next morning came too soon, as most Saturdays do good or not. Taking your time in the dawn of the morning to get ready and to leave promptly at 7:45 am. The car ride was silent as most times no matter the occasion are entirely. Arriving at the front doors of the company you noticed how everyone had said hello to your father with a sense of high respect, understanding why due to his high position, however not truly understanding why. You were introduced to his team members, then promptly placed into a room with other interns. Young men are already standing up to introduce themselves to try and be friendly. This sickened you, you despised it all, not being able to tell if their intentions were pure or not, this reminded you of intermediate school all over again. you briefly waved to them in a somewhat friendly way to signal you didn’t wish to be bothered. There was one young man who did not stand up to introduce himself, however had been staring at you the entire time. He seemed too familiar however you could not place a name to his face at that given moment. In order to figure out his name you put a plan in action, within the next five minutes you would use the restroom, it being down the hall from his desk. Why would you put this amount of effort just to find out a man’’s name? You didn't know why entirely it made you feel ill to a degree.

Five minutes passed and you stood up walking slowly, passing his desk, eyeing his name plate which was engraved in silver John Phillips. It hit you then that you had met him on numerous occasions, your fathers knowing each other well. However you were to never speak to him directly on your own accord. Reality came crashing back as you found yourself stopped for a moment in front of his desk spacing out for as it seemed no reason, his eyes on you the entire time not saying anything back. You collect yourself and walk into the women's restroom. Covering your mouth as you stood in front of the mirror, he looked so different from the last time you saw him, his eyes still soft yet his gaze was completely solidified. It almost aroused you, you smiled to yourself trying to control your own thoughts.

he liked you. Oh, he really fucking adored you. He liked the way you walked, and how your voice sounded. He liked how you looked when you had no idea he was watching. His watching had gone on for months, as a matter of fact you interning here was all a part of his plan recommending you to his father for the open position, John knew way too much about you more than what was comfortable.  He liked how quiet and lonesome you were, and he liked to think he could one day own you, to be the only person in the entire world to know and understand your deepest thoughts and feelings. 

As you were in the restroom he laughed to himself, slipping his hands in his pockets, knowing that this was only the beginning of his plan. Normally he would not put this amount of effort into anything, this type of behavior being completely foreign to himself he savored it constantly thinking about his new found interest, his newfound obsession. He utterly adored every part of you. He craved to know more about you. It pained him how silent you are.

You walked out the restroom after two minutes, just standing in front of the mirror adjusting your hair and lipstick. You once again pass by his desk, however something grabs onto your wrist, you look down immediately and low and behold it was John. Your eyes squint as you look up at him, quickly pulling away from his grasp. “y/n, was it?” you look around before answering with a nod “I’m John, John Phillips, we had met before at a couple of company dinners, anyway if you need any assistance with anything i’ll be around and might I add that you made quite the impression.” He smiles before composing himself, “thank you” you say with a soft tone. You smile to yourself, as you sit down quickly continuing your paperwork for another hour before your father’s assistant comes in and directs you to run down to the copy room and file something for the security office. “And John Phillips will be directing you to the security office once you file all ten copies which shouldn’t take too long.” His assistant spits out before quickly leaving you to file,

John walks up to you and says “Here send me five so we can get this done quicker” He says placing his hand on the back of your chair, you feel his long dark brown hair draping over your head. You groan to yourself “Sure thank you” you send him the documents and sure enough within the next seven minutes you both were finished with the files. You look back at him as he stands up with the papers in hand and he walks over to you, you notice the way he walks, making you grin so different from the rest of the guys who had worked here, way less formal. “Ready?” you ask him as he walks over to you “Yep yep”

a tensed silence fills the air around you two, he speaks up again “ Still in high school?” you shake your head in disagreement “Graduated last year, started a private college recently.. What about you?” he looks over at you and nods “ Yeah in my last year now, well what college?” you bite your lip before answering, debating if you should tell him or not “uhh.. John Hopkins University” John Smiles and looks over to you “ Oh really? I applied over there, what's it like?” you watch his facial expressions wisely, “Just as you would expect” you sigh

You look up at the door title starting ‘SECURITY ROOM’ “we’re here it seems.” you state as you reach for the door handle, he quickly opens the door for you allowing you to walk in front of him, he shuts the door behind you two locking it without your knowledge. You try to flip the light switch, he watches you “So the lights don’t work in here they never fix it apparently it makes it easier to look at the computer screens, and most times nobody is in here unless it’s a PM shift the paperwork we have is for the PM shift” he states. “ I see okay, how often do they have you do this” you question, “ not too often” he answers quickly, drawing his eyes away from your frame.

You can’t make out John's facial expression or tell his body language the dim computer screen light in the background only outlining both of your bodies.

John had slipped his hand in his pocket palming his bulge softly, his dick hard, your breath being rapid from the tension of the moment, the silence filled the air other than your own breath, thinking of things to speak about you walk around the room in the darkness and stare at the computer screen and the things scattered across the desk. “They keep it rather messy here, don't they?” John doesn’t answer. A minute of silence, any minute more would make you want to leave. You look around to your sides obviously not seeing him, He then presses himself against your backside, leaning his head over your shoulder and tilting it in the direction of your face. “It’s dark in here for a reason y/n” You don’t move, you can’t even if you wish. His touch against your skin made your body shake in fear, your mind absent as he was too. “I know you remember me, don’t you?” he whispers directly into your ear. “What if I don’t” your lips quivering as you fearfully turn to him.

It’s not like you weren’t enjoying it, as a matter of fact, you adored every second of it, you’ve thought about this since the first time you saw him years ago. “I’ll make you remember me” he grins as he places his hand around your throat, turning his head to yours to get a better peak of your face. "Why are you doing this John?" You spat out, voice shaky. He answered you by shoving his hand beneath your tight pencil skirt and under the constricting material of your tights. You quickly shut your eyes as you felt his fingers on the fabric of your thong. He presses his hardened dick against your ass. His fingers pushed past your underwear and dragged along your core. You attempted to look away from him, but John's grip on your throat brought you back. "Don't look away, now," he laughed at you.

You observed his face as he fit his fingers inside of you. Your hands reached for his throat. You didn't try to throw him off of you, you just held onto him as he fingered you. His fingers stretched you out painfully. You could feel tears stinging your eyes as he pushed in and out."So tight", he commented, grinning and teasing you.

He tore his fingers from you and leaned forwards to kiss you. You could feel the ends of his hair falling on your face. His erection rubbed against your ass aggressively. You wanted to spit at him, bite him, do something, but you weren't sure how that would turn out for you.

John pulled your skirt down as far as he could. You could hear his belt buckle jingling as you anticipated him. As you waited, you could feel the skin around your throat getting sore from John's hand, he leaned over and ripped open your tights with one motion. He fumbled with his boxers, his dick slipping out of them quickly. He slides himself between your thighs, never inserting himself inside. You muffle out moans from his sweaty and salvia-covered hand. “I know you need it, don’t you” he whispers into your ear, he tightens his grip around your throat. You nod, turning away in embarrassment, your breathing heavy and knees weak. “Say it then.” you shake your head looking down, “Please…please John I can’t” You turn away from his gaze, “Too fucking bad whore.” He chuckles and pushes you away from him against the desk, he conceals himself by zipping up his pants. He grabs your chin and pulls you close, almost spitting in your face. “If you tell anyone about this I’ll tell management, and your father just about what a whore you are for getting off at work. “I won’t I’m sorry” You whisper out in fear as you step towards him grabbing his hands softly, his disposition softens as you look up at him. He walks over to you and grabs your chin and plants a kiss on your forehead and wipes away your tears, pulling you into his arms. This became a thing you two did every time you both were there at the same time, sneaking away but never actually fucking. It was killing you, it was killing him. You began to admire him slowly, this admiration was picked up by the other interns who oftentimes would tease you both about it.

One night, you were alone walking back from a cafe late at night. You were a completely oblivious woman you never once noticed him. He observed you unlock the door to your house, which was close to St. John’s private boy’s Academy, with your key. He glanced at you as you closed the door as he passed your street. There were no cars in the driveway. You were home alone weren’t you? Oh, how easy it would be to just to.. break in. John couldn't help but get aroused at thinking of all the things he could be doing to you right at that moment.

He'd been watching you all day. He saw you shower, a red flush across your body as you stepped out of the hot water. He saw you shift into pajamas and do your classwork. Everything was going according to plan. He slowly made his way through your home, guessing where your room was. His feet were creaking on the floor, and by the way, your TV turned off, you had heard him. He opened the door, only to be greeted by your fearful expression. “John! What are you doing here?” you look at him in shock “You left the door open princess, could've been dangerous. Don’t worry I locked it for you” He grinned as he stepped towards the edge of your bed frame. Looking around your room, he looks back at you. “Cool shit you got,” he says as he sits down next to you. “Thanks John” You sheepishly whisper out. You eye him down looking at his attire, casual rich guy’s son bullshit but paired with a silly graphic tee which made complete sense for him. “I’ve missed you in more ways than one,” he says, getting up and then laying over you “John..” you sigh nervously, your body shaking with anticipation “We shouldn’t”. He tilts his head, his long hair falling over your face, he tilts your chin up. “Nobody is home and I came all this way don’t back out now”.

He says as he bites into your neck holding you down by your shoulders. You whimper in pain, as he rubs his erection against your leg, you unbuckle his belt and unzip his boxers. He quickly removes your top revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra, how exciting. He grips your breast tightly, admiring your body with every touch. John doesn’t waste any time, shoving his fingers inside of you pumping them in and out rapidly, this alone was enough to get you off, but John knew it wasn’t enough for him.You felt abruptly vacant as he pulled his slim fingers away from you. You practically whined before you felt his mouth prodding at your entry. His hand pressed against the side of your thigh, gripping it tightly as he looked up at you “John"! You moaned as his mouth worked wonders.

He was eating you out like he was starved. His tongue was moving eagerly and his finger was pressing harder into your clit..your climax building up. You were simply... right there.

"J-John"! You cried out. "I- I-- fuck"!

He was moving his tongue faster if possible, his gentle dark eyes trained on you. You bit the inside of your cheek, hips convulsing as you came, he licked the inside of your thigh before removing himself from between your hips.

 He grabs your shoulders as you both stand up he pushes you onto your knees shoving the finger he used to fuck you with inside your mouth, his dick slapping your forehead “suck my fucking dick whore.” you obey shyly as you grab the base of it, deepthroating it slowly, your eyes water with tears as you push it inside your mouth as much as you can. He looks down at you and pushes his hair out of his face whimpering softly as you wrap your lips and tongue around him,, he grips on to your hair and pulls you away, then quickly pushes you onto your stomach against the edge of the bed. He grabbed your hips instantaneously, pressing his tip against your entrance, you felt him shove himself inside you quickly, he began to fuck you, his metal rings digging into the sides of your hips, sure to leave a mark “Such a good slut for me” he chuckled as he thrust into you roughly and slowly, flipping you over to face him quickly he grabs your hips and pushes your legs closer to him, grabbing one of them and putting it over his shoulder Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back into your head .John watched intently, feeling you clench and convulse around his cock. He felt his orgasm approaching and feeling you fall limp beneath him was the breaking point. John kept a close eye on you as you seemed out of breath as your feet curled and your eyes rolled up into your head, he watched you helplessly squirm underneath him this was his breaking point, he groaned in pain and in arousal, his hair and body shaking as he thrusts into you rapidly, releasing his hot cum inside of you. “You're mine” He groans out and falls to your side  grabbing your cheek and kissing you softly “and i’m yours” He whispers out before, cleaning you up and getting dressed. “I’ll see you again y/n” he smiles before exiting out of your window and heading back to his dorm. This was for sure a score for his loser stoner virgin ass.

[hostileheart]

John Phillips x Fem Reader QUICKIE

Before we begin, I’d like to start by stating that this is my first time uploading ff to Tumblr, and I’m not one hundred percent familiar with Tumblr’s censorship policies [dealing with n(s)fw works] so any advice with this specific topic is greatly appreciated.

[some tws: heavy n(s)fw, slight hostility, fluff (?)]

heads up I will be changing perspectives often third, first, etc

media: Boys (1996)

character: John Phillips

actor: Wiley Wiggins

Some things about the plot of the movie I’m changing is that it’s a co-ed private school instead of an all-boys school.

You knew John Phillips from many of the classes you have had together, He was always known in most of his classes as the try-hard, and you and him butt heads quite often because you cannot stand this fake persona he puts on. You grew up as ‘family friends’ dubbed by your mother, having few playdates as children, but as you grew older you began to realize that this was because your fathers were business partners.

The sun peaked through your faded black curtains, and your alarm clock was going off. “Six-twenty- five” you grumble, sitting up pushing back your hair and slamming the alarm off. You looked around your room staring up at the photographs of you and your friends, family and the posters on your wall, all those memories felt very fond and warm to you and reflecting on such helped motivate you to arise from your slumber, besides the dreading responsibilities of your ‘mundane’ life as you would deem it. You walked into the girl’s restroom in the girl’s dormitory and began doing all the things you would normally do to get ready for the day. It was your senior year and you felt as if you were slipping, a sense of impatience was always written on your face and showed through your schoolwork, but never your appearance. 

Starting your sophomore year your beauty really started to flourish, you always had everyone’s attention whenever you spoke in class, walked down the pathways, and the hallways on campus. You had this esoteric and intimidating aura that most couldn’t draw away from. There was one particular person’s attention you wish you could dismiss off of you. An annoying presence, a talkative presence. John Phillips. 

She bumps into him in the hall, “watch it (yfn)” Phillips says with a smirk, she sighs and tilts her head as she walks into their classroom, “Right back at you Phillips”. In every class they had together there was some strange tension between the two she had only thought was one-sided on her behalf. She would always catch him staring at her whenever there was a silence in the class, pretending to readjust his tie whenever she would catch him, licking his lips, flipping his long hair, all kinds of awkward body behavior. This would make her chuckle.

Class ends and he comes up to you, “There’s a part tonight, some chick’s manor, The guys and I are going.. have you heard about it” he asks you, rubbing the bridge of his nose anxiously.

You look up blank staring “yeah I got invited yesterday by the host, probably gonna be like the same she hosted a couple months ago, hopefully with less puking.” you smile and look up at him.

“yeah-” he steps closer to you “Maybe I’ll see you there” he grins softly with no expression in his eyes changing. you felt soft for a moment staring at his eyes.

“with that amount of confidence, you might just.. now real er’ in” You roll your eyes and laugh, he looks nervous for a second and then spurts out “Well for one you always make the best appearance at parties.. coming from a friend”

You blush and laugh tapping his shoulder as you stand up from your desk “count on it dirtbag” you wink and walk out the door.

Private School parties happened all the time, you could care less about most of them, only going when invited by friends. Something about his proposal aroused your interest to him to a higher level. You couldn’t stop thinking about it all until the party. ‘best appearance huh, I wonder how often that pokes at him, never strikes my mind’ you thought to yourself. Other thoughts about him arised and it pestered you. 

It was now 10 pm, you arrive with three of your friends, you spend the first part of the night  socializing, playing drinking games, taking photographs of you and your friends with a disposable camera, the music was blasting and it was hurting your head you weren’t insanely drunk, however you weren’t necessarily sober either. You walk into the bathroom forgetting to lock the door, you stand in front of the mirror fixing your makeup slightly and drinking sink water you sit down on the tub catching up to it all for moment, then your conciousness came back to you as the bathroom door opened. It was Phillips, this was the first time you had seen him that night, surprisingly. His eyes widen at the sight of you, he blushes for moment, stepping out. “Sorry” he squeaks out. You look up deseprately “It’s okay, come in” you interlock your own fingers anxiously. 

He looks down the hallways both ways and steps in locking the door. “You alright yfn” he tilts his head and sits down diagonally from you sitting on the closed toilet. You gulp and nod “yeah I just feel really hot” you wave your dress top portion in and out to circulate some air.

He stares down your body with shy eyes, then quickly up at your face. “ Did you drink some water, can I help in any way” He says looking somewhat concerned, but also lost. I could tell he wasn’t sober either 

you spurt out “Why do you talk to me the way you do” you say annoyed, “ You act like such an asshole sometimes and when you flip up on me like this It makes me think of when we were young and all the times we spent together” 

He looks away disconnected “Yeah i’ve noticed that, recently” he sits next to you “I’ve been trying to make it up to you but I can’t ever say the words”

You tilt your head a sense of softness overcame your heart, He looks at you seriously “I really like you yfn, truly I have for the longest time” your eyes widen “I just can’t speak to women all that well” he rubs his nose, you scooch closer to him grabbing his hand.

He looks down at you and places his hand on your thigh, there was a moment of silence.

...

He whispers “Can I..” you both move closer to each other “You..” you whisper moving closer and he grabs your chin interlocking his lips with yours, he stares at you as you two kiss for a second and closes his eyes sliding his hand further up your thigh under your dress. Your bodies move as if it was synchronized.

Your heart and lower abdomen pounds nervously and rapidly, a heatwave came over the both of you. Suddenly he’s pushing against the bathroom door, he slides he knee inbetween your legs and places his slender hand onto your breasts gripping it tightly, you groan softly your lips never parting.

He looks at you and you both part and breathe heavily as there was another moment of silence, You starting biting into his neck, he rests his head on your shoulder and moans softly into your ear. You fumble with his belt as you bite into his neck, rubbing his bulge from the outside of his boxers. 

“You’re so fucking hard” You say looking down at it. We swap spots this time with his back against the door. You move his boxers down, “Have you done this before” you ask looking up. It was quiet. “It’s okay if you haven’t” he nods covering his mouth and looking away at the wall, then down at you. “Please, I need this, I’ve desired you for so long”. “I thought about fucking you for so long , it hurts” He grips onto your hair even before you go down

“is that so” you reply smiling and taking his dick out of his boxers, looking at it then at him, his body was stunning to you at that moment. His dick twitched in anticipation and his body shuddered from your touch. Your lips and tongue covering every surface of him, You sweat as he does he grips onto your hair tighter and thrusting his hips forward in pleasure into your mouth.

“fuck..” he kept moaning that phrase over and over again. Making you more excited every second. 

“I can’t take it much more yfn, I need you please” he looked weak and pathetic to you, you felt this urge to overpower him, to please him in everyway possible. Your minds were rushing. You nod.

He suddenly pushes your hips against the bathroom sink, slipping off your thong, and flipping up your dress. He grabs your ass and smacks it roughly, slipping his fingers inside of you for a moment, every moment with him felt like a life time. 

He slips his dick inside you, he hunches over against your back gripping your sides, you both moan in sync. He grabs your hair for a moment brimging you closer then grabbing your throat, endlessly pounding into you. Not even three minutes later “I feel like I’m going to cum..” he whispers in your ear as he keeps thrusting into you. 

“You can finish inside” You say without thought, he kisses your cheek and nods quickly. He goes deeper and moves faster for a minute, every minute was bliss to you. 

“You’re mine, I’m yours” he says kissing the nape of your neck, Then you feel him release, felt hot and warm. You loved all of it, you craved for more as he craved for you more. He kisses you and helps you clean up. 

The night goes on you two play some drinking games together, dancing to shitty music, and playing truth or dare. Having a great time overall.

You’ll both never forget that night.