Well, what most of the people wanted before I even published this!

He's very dirty in this one. For all of those thirsty readers that love their dirty lemons!

Warning: Drug Use; Smoking and Alcohol are mentioned and very explicit content.

Licking and licking.

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First POV

"Hey, Melone?"
"Yes, my beautiful baby holder?"
"Stop calling me that, you hoe."
"Stop calling me a hoe, bitch."
"Stop calling me a bitch, hoe-"
"WILL YOU TWO STOP FIGHTING WITH EACH OTHER?!"

Ghiacco, you're my savoir, thank you. I hate arguing with Melone, but, it's fun calling each other names. He is a hoe though, everyone knows it. But, yes, I am pregnant with his child. I mean, it was late at night, it felt like we did it all night those days ago.

Flashback Time!

Melone and I are, what you might call, the hoe squad. We have one thing in common, we're pretty horny people. Melone and I wanted to try something new so we decided to go down to the famous nightclub in all of Rome, La Cabala. So many people were partying, drinking, talking, making out, yes there were people who also did drugs and were smoking in the smoking area, but we didn't fucking care.

He decided to get himself drunk at the piano-bar, and I decided to take a tour around the club. It was huge, and I mean huge! The disco lights on all of those normal Italians and tourists from other countries that are dancing, I've seen gay couples dancing too, feeling wild and free. Some of them still had drinks in their hands or they were blowing out smoke from their cigarettes and having a laugh.

Then, I get pulled into the smoking section of the room where a lot of people were smoking and laughing, meaning that this is the private spot where people also use drugs.

I've never done drugs or smoked or even drank in my life, but Melone wants me to explore the things in life. I'll do everything just once and only once. A man with crazy black hair, a Budweiser beer in hand, and a case on top, looks over towards me with a smug grin, opening up the case and pouring some of its white powdery contents on the table in front of me. The outfit he's wearing is basically a black t-shirt with the powder all over it, blue jeans, and some nice brown Puma shoes. He sips some beer from his can and then gives me one of his credit cards, probably an old one. I look at it then he gives me a death like glare, saying in a low monotone voice,

"Snort it, bitch."

I feel my hands shake as I lean close to the table and slowly make a line of the powder stuff. Then, he gives me a small tube thing, I really don't know about this shit, and I inhale...

Shit, what is this?! *gasps* Cocaine! Fuck! Why did I do that?! Oh god, Melone is going to be pissed!

All of a sudden, I feel all... sweaty...

As I go deep into my thoughts, the man and the woman beside him, probably his girlfriend or one of his fuck buddies, chuckle as I start to remove my top. That's when the guy gets up and drinks the rest of his beer can and tosses it into the recycling beside him.

Oh god... oh god... fuck!

That's when I say excuse me and go off and basically rush to anywhere I could find where there isn't any people, then I'm pushed to the wall and this man in purple and black, with the prettiest purple hair and a purple thief looking mask, starts kissing me, and it's deep, passionate, full of fire and warmth.

Tastes like Melone... Wait! C-Could this be?...

As my mind keeps thinking that it's Melone, I just think it's a guy that I can finally make out with. I just hope that the real Melone doesn't get pissed, we are basically fuck buddies too, after all, he never confessed his love, yet neither have I.

Then, the mystery man pushes me into the room that's beside us and slams the door behind him, pinning me to the wall again where he makes out with me, heavily, deeply, but as I get hotter, the room does too, the setting as well.

My heart could explode, his love burns like a fire, I think it's him, it must be. He wouldn't let anyone else touch me.

Then, before I know it, sexual things start happening, our clothing ripped off our bodies, his tongue dancing in my mouth, my legs wrapped around his waist, moaning out in his mouth as he groans into mine.

I want to be the girl, under you, I want to be your G.U.Y.

Then, he carries me over to the bed and I flop down on it, stretching and panting lightly, looking up at him.

Then, it all seems like a blur, but I know is that it felt good when he started licking my swollen sex, fingering it, touching it, swirling figure eights; I was moaning like a slut. I knew I told him to go faster, to keep going, and he did just that, which only made me moan and moan more, spread my legs out, and grip his beautiful locks, feeling him eating me out like I was his only meal that he would be getting this week.

Then, another memory comes to me as I see his wonderful face, those eyes, the mask that hides his identity, that I knew, it was Melone. I let him do whatever he wanted me to do, and the only thing I heard him say was, "Let's make a baby tonight, Y/N." I couldn't give a fuck less about what else that happened during after that moment and before he put his average sized dick deep inside my damp cunt.

I felt it all come inside me, his thrusts were rhythmic, rough, dirty, and absolutely wonderful. He went slow at first, looking straight into my wide eyes then suddenly went faster and kissed me anywhere he could from my head to my breasts, making hickeys all over them and my neck, making sure that when I see the gang tomorrow that they'll see my hickeys clear as day.

I heard myself moaning, groaning, calling out his name as he went faster and faster into me, I felt myself getting close, his dick hitting the right spot to make me moan like a whore.

I heard him say,
"You're mine. My baby holder, my slut, my bitch, take it all in, take in my seed, it's time for you to breed."
"Yes, sir."
It was all I could say, before the memories of that night faded to black.

Then, I woke up the next morning in our bedroom and saw Melone smirk at me, planting a kiss on my forehead and cuddling with me, giving me love and affection, something that just, I don't know, made me smile.

"Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning, baby maker."
"Good morning- WHAT IN THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!"
"Ghiaccio! Get the fuck out!"
Melone yells at a just woken up Ghiaccio who's just in a black shirt and grey pants with his messy blue hair and red glasses.

"Fine, Fine! Damn!"
"Stop yelling too."
"It's 10:30 idiot."
"10:30?"
Melone looks at his alarm clock and sets it to the proper time, being an hour forward than it should be.
"I slept in and made Risotto pissed at the whole gang."
I get up and go over to Ghiaccio and kiss his cheek before ruffling his hair and go out of the room.

Then, I realize it's too late, as I see all of the guys look over at me with a smirk or a grin.

WHY DIDNT MELONE TELL ME I WAS STILL NAKED?!