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Drake X Mc- “What I want to do to you”

*aprilchoiceschallange NSFW*

Summary: basically I wanted to add just a bit more smuttiness to the night in Paris from book 2. It is the night in Drakes pov. I hope you like it! :)

Rating- R, we got some heated shit up in here be warned ;)

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Drakes Pov-

I follow Maxwell and Garden into the boutique to find her dress for tonight. She has plenty already. She doesn’t need any more pink frilly dresses. Hopefully, she will choose soon and we will be on our way.

I lean against the doorframe, watching them with disinterest. Maxwell pulls one of the racks “what about this one?” He asks, holding it out. It’s a short, shiny dress with cutouts and a very open part on the … chest area. “It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?” I ask, my heart starting to beat a bit faster. Elle looks at me for a moment, then smirks. “I’ll try it.” She shrugs innocently and slips into the changing room. I sigh and run my hand through my hair. Shit. Only five minutes later the curtain to the changing room slides open and she steps out.

Oh. my. god. I swallow thickly when I see her. Her smooth, long, tan, legs are bare, and the short gold dress hugs her curves just the right way. It’s falls delicately around her waist, and around her breasts. It fits her so well, and fuck my pants feel tighter just looking at her. She is stunning. Last time I saw this much skin I think was when we were swimming after the Regatta. Lord give me strength. She walks forward, and circles around slowly around in front of the mirror, at such an angle that her ass is right in front of me. I try to push the illicit thoughts popping into my head. I need to get a handle on myself. “That looks… uh great.” I manage to stammer out, as she grins. “Yeah, I think I’ll go with this one.” She says, brushing past me, Maxwell following in tow. This is going to be a long night.

We are in the back of the limo, on the way to Liam’s bachelor party. Garden is next to me, her leg gently pushing against mine. Not that she is out of space, merely because she loves to torture me. We stop at the gate, and when the window is rolled down, the guard looks at Garden suspiciously. She needs to make up an excuse now. She suddenly grabs my forearm, her soft hands pressed firmly against me and I try to ignore the thoughts of where else her hand could be.

“I’m with Mr. Walker.” She says, and I look at her in surprise. No one ever calls me Mr. Walker. It’s always Drake. I love the way my name falls out of her mouth and fuck do I want to kiss that mouth bad.

I go into the party, Garden following in tow. “Stay on the sidelines, avoid being seen,” I say. As if any man here won’t see her. She illuminates any room she walks into with just her presence. We enter the room and get hit by the aroma of cigars and whiskey. “Wow, this must be your wet dream, Drake,” Garden says snarkily, making me roll my eyes. If only she knew how many fucking wet dreams I had of her. I have no control over it. It’s like I’m a fifteen-year-old boy, constantly dreaming of being inside her and her moaning my name underneath me, waking up to a mess. I’m a grown man, but she has this incredible effect on me that I just can’t control.

I grab us two tumblers of whiskey, and she grabs it eagerly. “Try it. It will probably be the most expensive whiskey you have ever drank.” I say, taking a sip of the rich smokey drink, enjoying the burn as it goes down my throat. She brings the tumbler up to her lips and takes a sip, closing her eyes. “Damn, that’s good.” She moans, as she takes another sip. I gulp at the wonderful sound she just made, ignoring the fact that my pants are now way too tight for comfort. “I need to go save Maxwell before he starts to breakdance,” I say, and she nods and I walk away. I talk with Maxwell to try to help him come up with a distraction, but Garden is still on my mind.

I can’t stop staring at her. I hate the fact that jealousy boils inside of me when I see Liam making his way over. When she spots him she almost instantly pulls down her dress, making it more appropriate. She doesn’t want to seem like a slut I suppose. She actually cares what Liam thinks of her. That’s why she should be with him.

After the party Garden and I sit in the Limo alone. I sigh, rubbing my forehead. “Garden, I’m sorry I got like that I just-“ she cuts me off, putting a hand on my knee. “It’s alright Drake. You have every right to be upset.” She says earnestly, with a small squeeze of my knee. I smile. “Hey, I was thinking of going to bar, do you want to join me?” I ask. “Hell yeah.” She says, smiling. She lifts my mood instantly. She always find a way to do that.

We walk into the American themed bar, and Garden looks around in surprise. “Wow, I can’t believe you found an American bar in Paris.” She grins, making me shrug, a matching grin on my face, “I have my ways” .We get into a booth and ordered two whiskeys. “I can’t believe Bertrand. I want to kill him for what he did to Savannah.” I say, clenching my fist. He fucked my sister and left her out to dry when she came to him to tell him she was pregnant. “The only thing we can do is help Savannah. I mean, we just need to talk to her more and just really understand what she is going through, and figure out any way we can help her and Bartie. It will all work out. I promise.” Garden says, resting her hand on mine. I smile. “Well, to lighten the mood, I think we should play a drinking game.” She declares, a playful smirk on her face.

“The game is Never Have I Ever. You basically say something you have never done and if the other person is guilty of doing it, then they take a drink, and you get a point. vice versa.” She explains, not giving me time to decide if I wanted to play or not. I may as well. “If it will make you happy, fine then. Never have I ever, taken advantage of a barn building to stare at someone’s abs,” I smirk, making her gasp, blush forming. “There was no reason for you to be shirtless that whole day.” She says, rolling her eyes, trying to hide the fact that she is blushing. “Maybe I wanted you to look,” I say, arching my brow. She reluctantly takes a sip, her lips pulled in a smile.

“Alright Walker, if you want to play dirty, let’s play dirty. Never have I ever imagined someone in this room, naked.” She says, a knowing grin on her face. My face instantly warms up. She has no idea of many fucking times I imagine her naked. Every time I see her. “You never know, I may be thinking of the bartender,” I say, taking a swig of whiskey. She laughs, throwing her head back.

“Never have I ever had a deep dish pizza,” I say, trying to distract her from my burning face. She rolls her eyes. “Oh, you poor dumb man, deep dish is Chicago. Drink.” She commands, grinning. I take another drink. She straightens up as if she is getting ready for something. “Never have I ever… had a dream about the two of us in bed, together.” She says slowly, playing with her bottom lip as waits for me to answer. Fuck, she got me there. Almost every night I have sex dreams about her. It’s always the same, her hot body under mine, panting and moaning my name. I clear my throat, and take a swig of my whiskey silently, a smirk pulling at my mouth.

She grins. “I win! You are the loser, I am the champion!” She sings, leaning back in her chair. I roll my eyes at her despite the fact that my heart is fluttering with adoration as she sings, her blushed face smiling, her hair cascading down her back. The bartender tells us the bar is closing so we leave.

I walk Garden to her room, stopping and leaning against the doorway as she walks in. “Thank you. For hanging out with me.” I say, making her face brighten up. “No problem! I had a great time!” She says as she hugs me tightly. I wrap my hands around her waist and hug her for a moment. Savoring the feeling of her warm body against mine. Eventually, we separate. I start to leave, but she grabs me. “You are really going to leave without a kiss?” She asks, making my heart flutter at her words. I’m about to refuse, I mean, I can’t keep this up. At this rate, I’m going to fall in love with her while she loves my best friend at the same time. “Don’t say no, I know you want to kiss me. I want you to.” She says, and she pulls my head down, kissing me passionately. I can’t help but melt into the kiss, pulling her closer, my hands toaming over her skin. I want her so bad. And she wants me. Desire clouds my mind as I kiss her feverishly, as she kisses back, intertwining her hands with my hair. We finally have to break the kiss, breathing heavily. We look at each other for a moment, catching our breath. Her eyes are bright, cheeks red, and lips swollen. Beautiful. Too beautiful for me. “Goodnight.” I manage to say, and I walk out of her door, my heart hammering.

“Not so fast.” She says, pulling me towards her, and into her room. “Uh, Garden, what are you-“ I ask, but she puts a finger to my mouth to silence me. “I want you drake. I need you right now.” She says desperately, clinging to my shirt jacket. I look at her in surprise, my heart jumping out of my chest. “But we can’t-“ I shake my head, she just groans. “For once can you just do something for yourself? You are always being selfless and giving things up for other people. I know you are guilty about us, but Drake, so am I. I hate the fact that Liam is interested in me, but I don’t feel the same. I know it hurts him, and that hurts me. I consider him a close friend, and I care about him. But Drake, there is a reason you walked into my life. And I need you because I really really care about you and just need you right now.” She pants, her face flushed. I desperately want to be with her, but I can’t. “I’m sorry Garden, I just can’t. Not yet. Not until you’re name is cleared, and when you have chosen.” I say, and with that, I leave, my heart heavy.

She stops me again, pulling me back in. “Alright, you need to stop this,” I say, shaking my head. “Why?” She asks, kissing my neck. I try not to groan from the sensation of her hot mouth against my skin. “Garden,” I warn, my tone dark. I won’t be able to stop if we start this. “Drake… I want you here with me right now.” She says, her voice low, and she palms me through my pants making me groan, the pressure of her hand against me, making me lean my head back in pleasure. “Come on, I know you’ve been wanting this all night, the second I put on this dress.” She says, her usually bright eyes dialated and dark. “Fuck it,” I say, and I pull her towards me, kissing her hard. She moans against me, the sound making me harden more. My mind clouded with lust, I start to pull at her dress, trying to get the zipper down. She steps back, “allow me.” She says, and she unzips her dress, stepping out in her black underwear. Fuck she is beautiful. My eyes roam her body, taking her all in. She smiles at me bashfully, tucking a hair behind her ear.

I walk over to her, and kiss her, my hands running over her soft skin. She pulls at my jacket, and I take it off, as she starts undoing the buttons of my shirt. I’m left shirtless and she runs her hands over my chest, her eyes dark. “You were right, I do love your abs.” She whispers and she lays down on her bed, her half-lidded eyes looking at me. I lean over her, kissing her neck as she wraps her legs around me. “I know.” I smirk, making her roll her eyes at my comment.

She looks down, and pushes her boobs up, and looks at me, a fake innocent look on her face. “Huh. Well if I’m correct, you love my boobs, I mean you were looking at them all night-“ I cut off her snarky comment by a kiss.

She suddenly starts to undo my belt and my pants, making me stop, hovering above her. “Are you sure?” I ask, my heart hammering in my chest. “Yes, I’m sure drake. Fuck me.” She says, and she starts undoing my pants and yanks them down. I help and pull them off, then kicking them off to the side. She curses under her breath when she looks down, biting her swollen lip as I trail kisses up her neck, occasionally biting a bit. She palms me through my boxers, making me groan. She stops and starts undoing her bra, tossing it aside. I look down in surprise and grab one of her breasts, rubbing my finger over her sensitive skin, making her arc her back in pleasure.

I start trailing my kisses lower and lower, my mouth trailing her hot skin. When I reach her underwear, I look up at her for permission and she nods her head quickly, her mouth agape. I pull off her underwear, tossing it aside. I nudge her legs apart and start kissing up her thigh, making her hips buck towards me. I finally reach her heat, and start kissing and sucking, making her gasp, her hand gripping my hair tightly. I work her with my tongue until she stops me. I look up at her with my eyebrows raised. “Do you want to stop?” I ask. She shakes her head. “No, I just. I need you inside me right now.” She gasps.

I take off my boxers, and she wraps her hand around me, I sigh at the contact, the heat deep down in my stomach stirring. She rubs me, and I need to stop her before I come in her hand. She spreads her legs for me, throwing her head back when I thrust into her, as she moans loudly, fisting the sheets below her. I groan at the feeling of her around me. We start moving together, our tempo slow but getting faster. Garden wraps her arms around my shoulders, panting. Soon enough I’m on the edge. So is she apparently. “drake,” she moans underneath me, her eyes screwed shut. “Look at me,” I command and as soon as she opens her eyes and I see her beautiful dilated eyes, I come undone, pleasure overcoming me. I still inside her as she comes as well, moaning my name.

I suddenly wake up, gasping and my heart pounding.I look down at my legs intertwined with my sheets, my mess all over my stomach and my pants. I curse under my breath. Another fucking wet dream. I glance over and see Maxwell snoring on his bed, sprawled on his back, his mouth wide open. “No… ydont go there Hana… Obama…” he mumbles, before snoring again. I shake my head, looking down. It felt so real… I rub my forehead and sigh. I’m an adult! Why is this happening to me? What has this woman done to me?

*End*

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