denim, donuts, and dates

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"drew, touch me," elle whispers into the air, sensing his presence above her. his applewood scent that she's grown so familiar and fond of wafting in her nose. she still hasn't asked him what kind of fragrance he wears or if that's just his old spice deodorant. derrielle still hasn't opened her eyes, not even a peek, forcing herself to commit to the tension blossoming between the couple.

"i was but i don't think i will anymore," he states, steeping away from her beautiful figure and sitting on her desk chair.

he was, truly. he wanted to surprise her. he wanted to hear her little gasps and the shortening of her breath when his frigid fingers touched her hot skin— but she caught him hovering above her. she ruined the fun.

elle tuts, "fine, you did this to yourself." sitting up from her spot on the soft sheets as she finally looks at him: his denim-covered thighs seemingly thick and rough, she's surprised to find him in a pair of blue-wash jeans and a tight black tee— the clothing department usually had him in polos and khakis— so this is a sight for sore eyes.

drew's eyes fall upon her as she rolls over to the other side of her bed, flashing him of her barely-covered ass, her hands dipping into her bedside table and pulling out a red scarf. curiosity penetrated his brain as he watches her smirk, wrapping the scarf securely around her hand as she slides off the bed and tiptoes over to the back of his chair.

"what are you—" he begins to ask, feeling her presence, until his words are caught in the back of his throat as she leans down and kisses right below his right ear.

"do you trust me?" she murmurs, her hands grabbing his wrists from his pockets and crossing them behind the spine of the wood.

"of course, elle," he answers, his voice still suspicious of what she's planning.

his girl hums in amusement, quickly, and expertly, tying his hands to the stiles of the wooden desk chair. the fabric of the red scarf is abrasive against his soft skin as he tugs; sending him into a frenzy as he realizes that he wasn't getting out of this so easily.

"word of advice, try not to struggle."

derrielle could've tied it so tight that there would've been no way that he could get out, but she chose not to. there should always be an illusion of balance. so that she'll have her way and then at an opportune moment he'll have his... or, in other words, elle will have her fun either way.

"derry, how did you—" drew asks, pulling at the scarf as his arms grow impatiently more tired and uncomfortable.

—"lots of practice, darling. comfortable?" derrielle interrupts, walking back around and finding herself in between his legs.

"no, not really, but this view helps," he drags his tongue across his bottom lip as he looks up at her. beautiful is not enough to compare this celestial, glowing, goddess in front of him. her nipples at stiff peaks, poking out in the lacy black fabric of her brassiere; her skin shiny and glistening from the heat in her room; faded hickey bruises found on her neck and collarbone, some on her stomach leading down to her glistening thighs.

"same here," she agrees, lifting her dainty fingers to gently push back some of his dark hair that fell past his eyebrows. having a man, as one as big and tall as drew, look up at her with pleading eyes, a heaving chest, and lips parted is such a thrill.

"you should wear these more often," elle admits, sitting down in his lap. the stiff denim fabric giving enough friction through her underwear, harsh on her already puffy and sensitive clit. "too bad i'll have to ruin them."

"but then everyone would know," a grunt slips from his mouth, feeling himself get hard as she grinds her hips along his tightly denim-wrapped pantleg. "is that what you want? to have your cum staining my jeans? your sweet scent following me everywhere?"

"aren't you the one who's always at my beck 'n' call?" she asks, her eyebrows contorting as she bites her bottom lip, feeling herself starting to crumble as she uses his leg.

"p-practically sprinting over here from set," her fingers grasp around his neck, holding his chin up as she presses harder down on him; quickly rutting her barely-clothed cunt and dragging it along his growing bulge inside his jeans. "my needy boy."

"needy? my darling, you're the one who's fucking dripping on my leg," drew mumbles, his blue eyes flickering down to the growing patch of wetness seeping on his crotch.

"that's right, i am using you, claiming you as mine," she speaks, mewls and whines falling from her lips as she starts chasing her high.

"isn't that what you want? have me all to yourself?" elle reaches behind her, unclasping the brassiere clip and throwing the black lace on the ground, revealing her supple and perky breasts swaying from her movements.

"have this all to yourself?" her hands fumbling with them, her fingers swirling around before pinching her areola— all while she begins to bounce on his thighs; her legs shaking from the nonstop pleasure.

"fuck, derry, let me out, let me have you," drew utters, watching as the writer begins to crumble as he bounces his legs; the friction around his wrists becoming unbearable as his fingers pick to unfold and untie the knots in the scarf.

"please, i'll touch you now, lemme out." he leans forward, trying to latch on to her nipples; trying to kiss and feel her skin.

"no," elle commands, her hands quickly finding their way back around his neck, pulling his head back by the tight grip on his sweaty cowlicks. his eyes hazy and hooded, glowing with desire; his red lips parted and panting; his chest heaving up and down.

"fucking sit there and watch me use you. it feels s'good, i need to cum, fuck!" her body shook, a long string of curses falling from her cherry-flavored tongue.

"it's so good," she praises again, as his knee bounces more intensely; "ah~ fuck, drew!" her stomach turning as he releases another knot, one more and he'll be free.

moaning into the hot and stuffy air, derrielle's vision goes blank, the white ceiling above her making her head spin as the orgasm floods over. cum seeping through the lace and spurting on his blue jeans, coating him in her sinful spirits— claiming him as hers.

suddenly, drew's hands find their rightful place; holding her burnt-out and lust-filled body in his arms as he places her on her bed. his plump lips finding hers as she relishes in his wants and needs. hastily and harshly, he rips off her underwear, tearing the lace in half.

"i'll buy you another set," he mumbles against her neck as he pulls off his jeans and boxers, revealing his size that surprises her every time. "i have to buy new jeans, anyway, thanks to the fucking mess you made."

sliding in her, he could've come right then and there— her warm walls eagerly squeezing around him. "god, i've missed you," drew says, trapping her head between his arms as his gold chain dangles above her. he pulls out, only to snap his hips back in, harder and deeper, "i've missed this pretty cunt."

"yeah? you missed me?" elle asks, her eyes going puppy-like as he looks up at him, her fingernails digging into his forearms as she wraps her mushy-feeling legs around his waist— pulling him deeper.

"uh-uh, so fucking much, rielle," he nods, going harder as he kisses her passionately, grunting and moaning into her mouth as she rummages her hands into his hair, simultaneously squeezing him sporadically.

"drew, i think, i'm gonna cum again, please!" elle pants, feeling another knot begin to unravel in her stomach. "you're so deep, shit, yes! right there!" her moans getting louder and louder, she's lucky they were the only ones around.

"oh, yeah?" drew smirks, watching her eyes sink back into her head and her back arching up and off the soft comforter.

"yes! please, drew, only you can," she nods, leaning up and grasping his chain in between her teeth, sucking on it as if it was a pacifier, trying to keep her voice down as if the echo of his skin slapping against hers isn't deafening.

"cum for me, my darling. tell everyone who made ya, c'mon," he nods, his hips becoming sloppy and stuttery. "god, fuck, you feel so good. shit, you still on birth control?"

she hums, her mouth still enclosed around the gold. quickly nodding as her body spazzes, coming hard onto him.

"that's right, my darling's such a good girl," he praises before groaning as he comes inside her.

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"i want to take you out," drew states, placing his strawberry-glazed donut back down on his plate. his sudden assertion startling derrielle mid-sip of her coffee.

they've been sitting on her couch, conversing over some coffee and donuts; talking about only god-knows-what until drew couldn't take it anymore. he meant what he said when he missed her. he cannot go another two weeks without her. it's been two whole months since they first met and he needed to ask her out until someone else did.

his blue jeans are in the hamper and her lacy underwear is in the trash— he's now wearing her father's old sweatpants because she really did make a mess.

"what?" she coughs, banging her fist against her chest as she tries not to die from coffee going into her lungs.

"take you out. on a date," he repeats, looking back down into his coffee mug. he knew it was a bad idea to even bring it up.

"are you sure?" elle asks, dipping her head as she looks into her lap. doubt and insecurities seeping into her mind. he doesn't really mean that.

"what kind of question is that?" he leans up from his spot on her sage green couch, putting down his coffee mug on the table, reaching out, and placing a fallen strand back behind her ear. "of course, i'm sure, these past weeks were torture without you by my side," his fingers grazing under her chin as he raises her gaze. "i like you, derry, like like-like."

"i like-like you, too, drew," she smiles at him, the feeling of butterflies taking over her body as goosebumps run rampant up and down her skin.

leaning forward, he holds her head as he softly presses his lips against hers, before pulling away with a smile mirrored on each other's faces.

"are you free tonight?" drew asks her, looking down at his watch. shit, they have to part ways.

"pick me up at 8?" derrielle sighs through her nose, knowing that look on his face. she really wishes that they could just quit their jobs and be together every second.

"uh-huh, i'll text you what to wear," he states, causing elle's eyebrows to lift in a confused manner. "it's a secret, remember?" drew adds, getting up from her couch and walking to the door.

"i'm not wearing a onesie," elle jokes, watching him scoff and shake his head as he shuffles on his shoes.

"see ya, later, derrielle," he winks, exiting her trailer.

"see ya, later, alligator," she whispers, quoting the first morning he spent with her.

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fez speaking!!

i hope this is the update you were wanting lol <3 [2030 words]

for those who replied to my post on my message board, how did i do? was it everything you imagined and more?? LMFAO. ((i did not want another person to find out... as of right now??... and i just wanted this chapter to be about drew and derrielle. (i mean when isn't it tho, let's be honest. lol))

thank you for 14K reads, i appreciate and love every single one of y'all. <333