strange love

Calvin smiled, closing his eyes and just enjoying her touch. “I can’t believe how lucky I am…” He smiled, opening his eyes again. “When are we going out, babe? My co-workers and your dad will be waiting for us.”

“you are lucky, aren’t you?” ivy teased with a grin, even though she knew full well that she was just as lucky to have in her life. she sighed dramatically as he reminded her that people were waiting on them, “fineeee. to be continued,” ivy pressed a final kiss to his lips before she opened the door, sliding off of his lap and onto the gravel as she fixed her dress. 

Ivy grinned against his skin as she heard him moan, pressing closer to him as his hands fell to her ass. “I love you too,” she gently nipped at his skin before looking up at him,  mirroring his smile. Her hands trailed down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt as her fingertips brushed against his skin, "so much. Always." It usually took her a while to let her guards down enough to let someone in, but it had been different with Calvin. She let him in completely and she was glad that it seemed like they were going to continue to go strong.

the female before him had a bikini with less fabric than most, showing off her body in a way no other girl at the hotel pool could. the way the water glistened on her tanned skin under the sun had zach’s attention, his eyes never leaving her body for the past 15 minutes. other guys were surely looking as well, but he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the female’s physique. 

zara had known that the moment that she stepped out into the pool with this bikini that left such little to the imagination, that she would be getting loads of attention. there were plenty of eyes on the blonde as she strutted in and out of the pool, but there was one set in particular that was peaking her interest. his eyes had basically been on her since she’d first stepped outside, and she finally made her way over to him.  “can you please do me?” zara let that suggestive comment linger for a moment, a devilish grin appearing on her face before she held out a bottle of sunscreen, taking a seat at the edge of his seat - “help me put it on my back?” 

      tate’s head was currently under the edge of the female’s skirt, laying between her legs on her (  delicately ) decorated bed sheets. his tongue rolled over her skillfully before he leaned back, allowing his head to pop up from beneath her skirt. ❝ you gonna s k i p  youth tonight and sneak over? ❞, he questioned. before she can even do her cute little whine because he stopped, his head is back down and he’s rolling his tongue over her clit again.

     before tate had come into her life, gracie had been the perfect daughter. never one to sneak around, or lie to her parents - never one to let anyone be anywhere near the parts of her that he was currently paying such amazing attention to. her hands gripped onto her bedsheets as his tongue ran over her, ready to whine out as he stopped to ask his question, but he knew her well and all she managed was a small pout, before even that disappeared because he was back on track in a flash.  “i...” she moaned out, finding it incredibly difficult to focus on formulating actual sentences - “yes.” because his tongue was hitting the right spot, but she quickly took a breath, focusing - “i mean - shoot. you know i want to - mmm - i just... need an excuse...”

In her mind, Ivy was already thinking about all the great things that would come with them moving in together. She couldn’t wait to start looking for houses, and to start decorating something that was theirs. Her dad had to give him this raise. Ivy groaned softly at his suggestion, stopping just so she could kiss him back. “I think my dad could do without me for a little longer.” She looked down at the dress that she was wearing, that was hugging her body in all the right places, and then at him again - “pretty sure you’re the one that appreciates this outfit the most.” The blonde bent her head down, trailing kisses down his neck, “do we have to go right now?”

give me a “we’re best friends with benefits but my pals always give me shit for not dating anyone, will you pretend to be my bf/gf for a while?? and then we can have a v intense break up // argument in front of everyone one day to make it seem somewhat real, ok cool thanks you’re a true pal, let’s bang it out && now it’s been a couple of months but we still haven’t ended things but here we are, dancing in my kitchen and you look really fucking perfect, holy shit — i don’t love you, i don’t love you, i don’t love you && you end up taking me out to a v fancy restaurant and basically, we do all the things couples do and is it bad that i actually consider you home instead of my own fucking apartment?? && oh, you’re cuddling me in your sleep, that’s new and i think i heard you tell me you love me in your sleep?? no, i’m just dreaming, aren’t i?? && holy shit, we still haven’t broken up but you’re watching a movie and i’m watching you and all i can think about is how pretty your face looks and how much of a wonderful person you are, it’s not even about the sex anymore — fuck, i’m in love with you, aren’t i??” plot yes ok