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and warning! this chapter contains... not smut but like intense shit ð³
EDIT: okay, so apparently when I wrote this "intense shit" i didn't mean SMUT. and i saw many disappointed comments, and i lowkey don't blame you, but i DID write smut and it includes explicit sex and everything. DON'T STOP READING, THERE'S SMUT IN THE FUTURE
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I close the bathroom stall door behind me, and sigh to myself as I pee. Did I just give Adrian blue balls? Probably. Oh, these bladders never leave you alone do they?
When I'm done emptying my bladder, I finish up and wash my hands, checking myself out in the mirror. I surprisingly look good today. But I do have slightly swollen lips. And a couple of hickeys.
Damn, Adrian sucks like a vacuum. Do you think Adrian is horny enough to book a hotel room here? I'd love that very much. Not for frick frack of course. Just like... intense making out.
Now that we're officially boyfriend and girlfriend, I think we should have a little fun. I open the door and walk into the hotel hallway. There I see Adrian, tapping his foot impatiently, holding a card in his hand.
Funny how when two people are horny, they think the exact same way. I smirk at him. "Miss me Addy-Baddy? I bet if you had the chance to, you'd have come in with me. Don't worry, you didn't miss out on much."
He holds up a hotel key card. "Desperate are we?" I chuckle. "No, I want to make you suffer. Let's go get some lunch and be a normal couple."
"Normal couples don't book hotel rooms to make out?" He asks, his voice slightly rasp. Was he smoking? I wasn't even in the bathroom for that long!
"Not if your breath stinks after smoking."
He slightly narrows his eyes, but it's barely noticeable. "You don't like it when I smoke. I quit."
"Just like that?" I raise my eyebrows, slightly impressed.
"I had only been smoking for two months. It wasn't too hard," He shrugs. Oh, that's why his teeth were still white. "So no making out?"
"Nope." Why was I torturing myself like this? I had no idea. Maybe I was a masochist... Nah, I hate pain. I just want to tease him a little, so when we do end up making out, it'll be filled with passion. "Let's go eat a restaurant."
"But-"
"No buts. I'm hungry."
"I'm delicious."
I fake slap him. "Get yourself together man! Just because we're dating doesn't mean we're going to be horny all the time!"
"Not even when I do this?" His big, strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. Did it get hot in here? "Or this," He pecks my lips. Oh mama, this man is going to be the death of me one day. "Or-"
"NO!" I shout.
He smirks, which I want to smack right off his face! Or kiss! Dammit! "I'm hungry, okay? Take me someplace to eat."
He sighs disappointedly. "Fine, we'll go get some pizza. But we're three hours away from home and it's already dark."
"We can stay in the hotel after eating," I assure him and he looks satisfied. "Now can we talk about couple things?"
"What do people even talk about?"
"I don't know, you're the experienced one," I roll my eyes. He's dated Ava before and no matter how bitchy she was, they had to have done some cute couple shit.
"We were only dating for a few weeks," He shrugs. "It doesn't matter what we did."
"Did you like her?"
"I don't know. I thought she was sexy."
"Do you think I'm sexy? Or cute?"
"You're beautiful."
For some reason, my heart decides that it's gotta zayn and begins to pound against the cages of my chest. "And you look like poop," I giggle. Wait... giggle? There must be something wrong with my head.
We walk out of the hotel building into the dark summer night. It's around ten at night right now.
Pizza at night hits different.
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We found a pizza place that was open, and were not munching on pizza while seated in the car. I don't do much talking when I'm eating. About three slices later, I pat my belly.
Bailey Jr, how are you doing in there? Oh, to have a food baby. I pluck out a piece of gum from my pocket and pop it into my mouth. Fresh breath is important, people. "So, boyfriend, let's get that hotel room," I wink. As if he seriously does have blue balls, he immediately puts the car in drive.
Soon, we're in a luxury hotel room, with one bed. Well, damn. "I'm sleepy, let's sleep," I tease throwing myself onto the king mattress.
"Okay," He agrees. What?! No! He's not supposed to agree! He's supposed to disagree! What has the world come to?!
"I was just teasing," I add. Damn, way to be desperate.
"Were you?" He slightly tilts his head, cocking an eyebrow. I found that ravishingly hot. He lays down next to me on the bed and his cold, yet greedy green eyes meet mine.
"Now you're teasing me," I pout.
"Am I?"
"No."
"Are we really going to do this?"
"No."
"Bailey."
"No."
"Fuck you."
"No."
"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you."
"Nnn- yes."
"I made you say yes," He smirks.
"Fuck you!" I grumble.
"Yes."
"You ass."
"A juicy ass."
"I'll murder you in your sleep."
"Who said we're going to sleep?"
"You- you smooth fucker!"
"It's not going to be a very soft ride for you."
He's teasing me! Ugh! I hate him so much! But at the same time, I really like this dumbass. Ugh! Life is so hard! Just like his d- Mind out of gutter! Now!
"Adrian, kiss me," I order. "Right now." As if I didn't have to ask twice, he grabs me towards him, his lips making their way onto mine. His lips feel soft, yet powerful on mine causing a bucket load of butterflies to be released in my stomach.
If there were any more, I'd fly away.
His hands run down my back, pausing near my butt. I wrap my legs around his torso, straddling him as I playfully bite the bottom of his lips. Taking this as a challenge, he pins me against the wall, with me still straddling him.
His entire body is hard against me. His muscles, his abs, everything. "It's getting hot in here," I murmur against his lips.
"Then take off your shirt." His hands make their why roughly up my shirt, easily pulling it off. Suddenly, I begin to feel self conscious. I know he knows about my scars, but he's never seen them before... I feel my face begin to turn red in embarrassment. He senses my discomfort, and plants a kiss on my lips. "You're beautiful."
My breathing turns ragged at his words and as I reach out to lift his shirt off him. Holy mother of all things hot, I've never seen him shirtless before. His tattoos are so fucking detailed and... magical. First there was the dragon tattoo on his neck. There was a rose on his arm, surrounded by specks of pixie dust. On his abs, there were angel wings, and so much more. There was an hourglass near his v-line. And I really wanted to see the rest of it.
I placed my hand on his abs, taking a subtle second to feel them, They were so profound.
Adrian kisses my collarbone, before moving down towards... Oh. I was in nothing but my lacy bra on the top half of my body. I mean, not that I had big breasts or anything, but they were... there. And my boyfriend was kissing them.
I moan deliciously as I dig my nails into Adrian's bare shoulders. "Adrian," I moan.
"You like that?" He asks, his voice deep, husky and oh so sexy.
"Yes."
Taking my reply as a ticket to do more, he lays me down on the bed, planting kisses down my stomach. But goddamn, they felt like he was planting bombs that were to explode any minute.
Breathing becomes harder, coming in short breaths as he reaches the bottom of my stomach. "More?" He asks.
I nod, not being able to form words with my mouth. And even if I am, I'm glitching. I was going say something stupid. He's making me feel too much in too little time, and the wiring in my brain is short circuiting.
He unbuttons my jeans, and I nearly gasp. Slowly, he slides them down and my heart begins to beat like I just ran a marathon. When my jeans and shirt lay in a corner of the hotel room, Adrian is on top of me.
"Fucking beautiful," He whispers sexily. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
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My eyes flutter open, and I wonder what time it is. I glance at the digital clock, which displays five in the morning. I look around for Adrian. I was on the bed, and he wasn't. Did he just leave me?! Maybe he had to go to the bathroom?
I glance around frantically, feeling anxiety rise up in me when I see Adrian sleeping on the floor with a pillow in his hand.
Don't tell me I kicked him off in my sleep! I would never do that! I wanted to ask him why he was sleeping on the floor but he was... sleeping. I sigh contentedly as I close my eyes again.
Oh my god, I'm in my underwear! My mind instantly flies back to last night and I shiver. We didn't fuck, but we did almost everything else. I remember his rock hard abs, and his body on top of me.
I remember how... amazing it felt. He was a fucking master in bed. I cuddle into the blankets more as chills run down my spine. I turn over onto my right side so I can see Adrian.
He looks fucking ethereal when he's sleeping. I notice a deep frown on his face, as he mutters something in his sleep. I make out the word 'mom'. For a second, I feel my heart ache for him.
But it doesn't last long because he wakes up. His eyes flicker around frantically and I instantly close my eyes. I totally wasn't watching him.
"I look sexy when I sleep, don't I?"
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a/n: THAT. IS. THE. MOST. STEAMIEST. CHAPTER. THAT. I'VE. EVER. WROTE. AND. I. FEEL. AMAZINGLY. COOL.
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