#anotherhappyday

+18 content ( penetration, masturbation )

number of words: 516 words.

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/khatchadouriangf/792995305177104384/narrators-pov

NARRATOR’S POV.

Elliot and you entered the house and were quick to go up the stairs so relatives and friends wouldn't see you. The guy entered the room with you and quickly locked the door, turned around, held your face, and kissed you fiercely. You felt his strong cigarette breath but didn't mind much. He held your waist and started leading you towards the bed.

Elliot sat on the bed and took off his hoodie. You took off your cardigan and your dress, leaving you in just your panties and bra. The guy looked you up and down, smiling, as he unbuttoned his pants. He grabbed you by the waist and sat you on his lap so you could feel his bulge. Elliot kissed you again and pulled down his boxers with you still on his lap.

— If it hurts, tell me. — He whispered, breathless against your mouth. — I'll go slow.

You nodded, and he held his member with one hand while helping you lower yourself onto him. You gasped as you felt him and gripped his shoulders, squeezing. Elliot then held your waist and guided you down, making you let out a moan mixed with pain since it was your first time. You buried your head in his neck while holding onto his back, scratching it. The guy made "shhh" sounds with his mouth, trying to calm you. He cupped your face with both hands and gave you soft kisses on the lips. You just needed to move, since the part of taking him in was already done.

You sighed and held his shoulders while Elliot held your waist tightly. You started moving on him slowly and still felt a bit of pain. A tear escaped your eye, and the guy helped you with the rhythm. You moaned softly and kept moving until you felt quite comfortable.

— Let me help you, love.

He spoke and went a little faster. You moaned a bit louder and felt the desire to move faster; the pain seemed to have turned into pleasure. He ran his tongue between your breasts and took off your bra with one hand. Elliot threw the bra on the floor and ran his tongue over one breast, drooling. Elliot moaned when you went faster and scratched the guy's back.

He spanked your butt and attacked your neck with his mouth, leaving a mark there. He bit your shoulder and spanked your butt mercilessly. You were already soaked, and Elliot felt even more turned on when he heard you moan and move faster. Elliot helped with the thrusts by squeezing your waist. He had an idea to run two of his fingers over your mouth and then down to your intimacy. You faltered in your rhythm when you felt his fingers there.

— Don't stop, ride me good. — Elliot said and grabbed your butt firmly, making you bounce on his cock while he moaned and let out some curses. He looked down to watch you riding him and smiled at the sight.

The guy couldn't hold on any longer and ended up cumming, letting out a final moan. You were breathless and laid your head on his shoulder. He then laid you down on the bed, kissing you and stroking your hair. Elliot's phone, which was on the nightstand, rang. He picked it up and frowned.

— It's your mom.

— Hm, I think she wants to talk to me. — You said, and he nodded, handing you the phone. You answered. — Hello?

While you were talking to your mom, Elliot moved closer and got behind you, running his hand over your thigh as you spoke to your mother. You felt a shiver at his touch and then felt his hands on your intimacy, touching you lightly. You gasped and tried to disguise it on the phone. He laughed softly and continued, moved your hair to the side, and gave wet kisses on your neck.

— Mom, I have to go now, they're calling me… — You said and then put your hand over your mouth, afraid you might moan. — Bye, love you too.

You put the phone down on the bed, and Elliot moved his fingers faster. He sometimes growled against your neck every time he heard your moans; they were coy, and that excited him even more. Elliot was fingering you faster now with three fingers. You held his wrist, but he continued.

— Cum for me, love. — He whispered in your ear as he went faster. — You're so good for me.

part one.

number of words: 702 words.

NARRATOR’S POV.

Elliot’s family was together, and as always there was some kind of commotion, especially between him and his mother who argued countless times. The boy had always been difficult because of the things that had happened in his life — a father who was unfaithful and abused his mother and children psychologically, verbally, and physically. The Hellman family was rather hard to live with, the annoying aunts and the uncles with a terrible sense of humor. But besides the family, there were the children of Elliot’s uncles’ friends, and one of them was you, who preferred staying in the backyard instead of socializing with his family.

Elliot was wearing an old black hoodie with a rip at the collar, a pair of jeans, and his messy hair. He was smoking a cigarette when he saw you sitting on the grass. Usually, he would blurt out something silly because of his Tourette’s, but this time he held it back.

— Hey. Why are you out here alone? — He exhaled smoke and licked his lips as usual. — It’s too dark out here.

You looked at him. — Oh, I don’t want to go inside. Your family is irritating. — You adjusted your knees.

— Just like that? But I agree. — He sat down on the grass near you, resting his hands around his knee. — Want to smoke with me? — He offered the pack.

— No, I’m good. — You shook your head. — I don’t smoke.

— Okay. Want something to eat? There’s ice cream in the fridge, if you want.

You shook your head again. Elliot watched you. You had a “proper” style, wearing a baby-blue spaghetti-strap dress covered in tiny flowers and a white cardigan. It wasn’t long, it stopped just under your chest, and even being “proper,” your cleavage still showed, along with a necklace with a light-green stone pendant. Elliot thought you were beautiful, attractive. His friends always brought “trashy” girls around who threw themselves at everyone, but Elliot didn’t like any of them, never felt attraction to them. He even wondered if he might be asexual for a while. But you? You were different. He liked your mascara-coated lashes, found your gaze alluring and piercing.

You felt the same about Elliot, thought he was attractive. You’d seen him a few times overdosing and wondered how he was still alive. He was handsome, with his defined lips and small eyes, his jawline out of this world, and his body slim. You two stayed in silence for a few seconds until he broke it.

— __________, can I ask you something?

— Sure. — You looked at him, waiting.

— Do you like me?

You frowned and laughed at the question, but he was serious.

— Yeah, I like you, you’re cool.

— No, not like that. I mean, really like me. Do you feel something for me? — Now he was staring straight into your eyes.

You swallowed hard and sighed, looking down and scratching your head.

— Yeah… I’ve felt some things for you, actually I still do. But I don’t know what to do about it. Why are you asking me this? Did someone tell you something or what?

— No. I asked because I feel things for you, and honestly, it’s hard to hide it. — He sighed. — I don’t want to hide it anymore. Every time I see you, my mind forces me to say some random crap just so I don’t admit what I really feel. I like you a lot, __________. Every time there’s this stupid family party, you’re here to keep me company. With you, I feel like I can forget everything — the family, my problems, the mess that I am… I want you, I want you so much, and that’s it.

You were shocked by what he said, because Elliot seemed so desperate his hands began to tremble. You held his hand, stroking it gently with your thumb.

— It’s okay. — You lifted your hand to his thin cheek, caressing it. He looked at you softly, then gave a faint smile. — Come here.

You pulled him in for a kiss that he returned instantly. He pulled you onto his lap, holding your waist tightly. Elliot gasped into the kiss and smiled during it. You felt his arousal against you and shifted slightly, sending shivers through him. He ended the kiss by biting your lower lip and giving you a soft, quick peck.