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8:32PM
Each passing minute in your apartment was starting to feel suffocating. The dimming light outside revealed just how long you'd been staring at your phone, doomscrolling endlessly.
On Thiscord, a delightful little ping immediately caught your attention, dividing your attention away from the videos you scrolled through endlessly.
A message from Parker:
"you busy?"
In your chest, a squeeze you'd come to recognize. Parker's all too familiar profile picture made you giggle as it had a million times before. A blurry photo of a torn Twister mat with a perfect freeze frame of Parker absolutely eating shit into the carpeted floor.
"not really, why?"
Seems casual enough, you mused as you impatiently waited for the "Parker is typing..." to blip into view.
After a couple seconds, a simple message showed:
"balcony?"
You glanced over to your sliding glass door that leads to your balcony pensively. What could Parker possibly want that would make you have to step out into the chill of the late fall evening air?
Well, no other way to find out but to go outside.
After slipping on your cozy slippers, you gave yourself a once-over in a mirror still sitting on your floor— you had yet to mount it, even after two weeks of being moved in.
Messy hair, eyeliner smudged but still passable, big t-shirt hanging off your shoulder, bra straps entirely visible. And to pull it all together, you could barely see your pajama shorts with how long your shirt was. The entire ensemble felt... vulnerable, in a way. Sexy, in a tired, "you caught me right as I was about to sleep" way.
Pulling the glass door open, the screen following, you stepped out onto the balcony.
Parker was already standing there, waiting for you as patiently as he possibly could, fingers tapping against the railing.
"Hey, sorry if I'm keeping you from something, I know you're a busy gal." His tone almost seemed apologetic, if not for a sneaky grin he didn't hide very well.
"I don't think I'll ever be too busy to see my best friend." You perched yourself onto the balcony, leaning over the railing on your arms as casually as you could muster, even if just his presence was enough to begin to fluster you now.
"Best friend? Me?" His chuckle almost melted you, as he copied your position, leaning over his hand railing as well. Even with the sheer height on him, Parker was still only about a foot or two away now.
You probably could've kissed him at this range if you had the guts. In a way, it seemed like Parker was trying to initiate another game— one that you were all too familiar with.
Chicken.
"You're awfully close, Parker. I'm almost beginning to think that maybe... you have a game in mind?"
Your voice dripped with confidence, the kind you didn't think you still had for a woman who had been without any kind of intimate physical touch for a long time.
"For all the times you've lost Two Truths and a Lie, I'm surprised you figured that out so quickly." His chin leaned into his palm as he seemed to somehow get even closer.
And out came the sharpie. From God knows where.
"Still on the Two Truths and a Lie shit?" You groaned, lolling your head to the side on your hand as you watched him create a T on the railing, one side with your first initial, the other side with his own.
"No, I was thinking something along the lines of who's the bigger chicken here."
His smirk was evident, and when he looked like that, it was almost fate that no matter what: you would lose.
But in a dark, twisted and maybe fucked up way, you didn't find it in yourself to care if you lost or not. Any amount of time spent with Parker was a win in your book.
While you were thinking, Parker's fingers began to graze your arm, the hair there raising as he did. Instinctively, you flinched and immediately groaned in defeat. The quickest loss you could've had and it was only the first round. This wasn't looking good so far.
"Gotcha." Sneaky fucker.
A tally under his initial.
Your turn.
Your eyes skimmed his just slightly out of reach face, down to his neck, down to his hands... The bruises there had caught your attention the last time you spoke on this balcony alone like this.
"And... I bite my hand while I finish.”
Your hand reached out towards his inquisitively, meeting his eyes for a moment as he offered his bruised hand with a quirked brow.
But, as always, even as your fingers grazed the healing bruises there, Parker held the best poker face you've ever seen for way longer than you'd ever known him to.
Another groan of frustration from you as you admitted defeat, watching him chuckle as he tallied off another win for himself.
Parker's face leaned in to yours, eyes scanning your features, smudged eyeliner, dusty rose tinted cheeks, lips slightly parted as you watched him with anticipation. Yet, you knew that feeling you craved so badly would not come. Not on his terms...
Any closer and your noses might touch...
All in a second, you felt your breath quicken and your eyes flick to his lips.
Parker's eyes watched your movements, and didn't dare break the bubble you two found yourselves in. Even with your silence, none of it felt awkward.
Your eyes closed delicately as you waited in that soft silence, the only sounds your breathing and his mingling together.
Moments from far back in your memory flashed.
A hushed whisper as Parker moved into your personal space, "You're divine..." Drunken chuckles and giggles echoed in the room as his hands held your hips. His gaze glanced down to your lips, then back up to your heavily-lidded and dilated eyes.
Two hands running down the sides of your dress, all black velvet and intricate lace. "Can... Um—" His voice seemed to shatter the bubble around you, your arms looping over his shoulders, pulling him down to your height as you shared a beautifully sloppy kiss, teeth clinking together like all the drinks you'd had together that night.
Another flash, another memory sparking behind your eyelids.
Parker laid on top of you, his dick unbelievably hard in his pants, sloppily grinding against your thigh as your dress rode up. Your heels dug into his calf and the edge of the bed as he sighed deeply into your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses and licks all over your exposed shoulder and neck.
The way he said your name, his whole body shuddering as you reversed the roles, shucking off your heels and climbing into his lap.
"Shit." His phone chiming as he reached over to grab it, his attention momentarily diverted as he looked at a new incoming message. Your hips continued to grind, rubbing along his thigh as he quickly slammed his phone down against the bed, pulling your body towards his chest as he whimpered.
Whimpered. Into your hair. Right next to your ear.
Opening your eyes again, you could still feel Parker's breath on your face, his eyes glued to your lips.
"Gonna chicken out?" His voice was dripping with fierce confidence, knowing in his soul that two things were true:
1. You were always one to overthink things when it came to giving into your desires.
2. He was too proud to lose.
In the next moment, a move you'd only pulled once before resurfaced, your arms looping around his neck and pulling his face towards yours, lips meeting in a messy but delightfully perfect way.
Surprise donned his features, his eyes widening as your lips met, chaste but still beyond anything he could've hoped for.
When Parker began to feel like he was going to melt, you pulled on his shoulders again, trying to pull him in closer. He almost lost his balance against the railing, Parker's hands shooting out to grab your arms so he didn't fall down to the ground below you both.
When his hands grabbed you, it shocked you out of your stupor, immediately pulling back.
"I—" Your voice failed you as you tried to come up with an explanation for why you had not only started a game you knew you would lose, but also forced him into a kiss he was definitely not expecting— maybe not even wanting.
"Parker, I'm so sorry." You panicked, a blush rising to your face, deep red flushing down to your chest.
"No, wait—" But it was too late, his voice faded into the city nightlife ambience as you rushed back into your apartment.
All at once, Parker bounded the small gap between your balcony and his, opening the sliding glass door to follow you into your apartment, effectively (once again) breaking into your sanctuary.
But this time, when his hand grazed your arm, you didn't flinch.
Instead, this time when you turned to meet his eyes, Parker's were dilated and puppy-like.
"Don't stop?" His past confidence was gone, replaced now with eagerness, even as your teary eyes fought the urge to spill.
You'd ruined it again. Sure, you'd gotten past it last time, but this time? There was no way you could laugh your way out of this one and call it a drunken mistake.
"What?" Your shock was evident, your body language closed off as he slowly moved closer. Parker's cautious approach reminded you of how someone might try to convince a stray cat not to flee, and it was almost laughable when you thought about it like that.
"I liked it."
The confession hit you like a sack of bricks, like a piano from the sky, like an anvil had dropped on your head.
Comically funny, and wildly crazy.
Once again, you couldn't help but ask, "What?" Asking again felt redundant, but you needed to hear it again.
"Please. Kiss me again." Yep. His admission was real. Unfiltered and eager as his hands moved to your hips, a full body shudder wracking your nerves.
Your hand slowly and shakily moved to his chest, sliding up the fabric of the old college t-shirt that should've been thrown away ages ago. Your fingers grazing his jaw, he leaned down to meet your lips as you raised onto your toes.
That same whimper. The one you remembered in your dreams echoed into your ears once more as your lips met his.
A surge of emotions filled you as you deepened the kiss, his hands gliding along your big t-shirt to your back and under the fabric easily, touching the sensitive skin of your lower back.
"You mean it?" For just a moment, you split from the kiss, just to hear him say it again.
"Every bit of it. I've wanted you since... God, it feels like the first moment I met you." His hands dragged down to your ass, picking you up so easily it should be illegal.
"Parker..." Your hands met the nape of his neck, the dyed pastels of his purple, green and pink hair bunching in your fingers as you pulled him by his hair into another desperate kiss.
"Then have me." Once again, that delicious smile you admired so much graced his mouth and he dove back into you, kissing you with the ferocity of a man denied for far too long.
Your studio apartment that had felt so stifling earlier was beginning to feel like the best place ever now as he dropped you onto your soft sheets and crawled over you.
"I don't think there's anything that could make me happier than having your thighs wrapped around my head right now." His confession sparked a wave of heat through you.
No way your panties would get any wetter.
Fingers began to pull at your tiny pajama shorts, hooking into your underwear as well as he pulled them both down, revealing your exposed cunt to the room.
"So, so eager..." You teased him, but he couldn't help the look of awe as he witnessed your naked lower half.
"Divine..." A blush rose up to your ears as he said the magic word he'd said so long ago. A single word that still drove you insane with lust.
His lips, pressing light kisses and licks to your exposed neck and shoulder, felt like heaven, an experience you never thought you'd have again but so badly missed.
"Fuck, Parker," You moaned as his long and nimble fingers grazed your hips, down to your thighs and back up to your cunt.
Gathering the wetness there on his fingers, he groaned openly into your shoulder, "You're soaked." His tone was a little demeaning in the most arousing way, making you squeeze your thighs together.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Parker tutted against your jaw, planting a kiss there before running his middle finger through your folds.
"That's against the rules."
You moaned as the most popular phrase of his entire life was used against you in the most arousing way possible, whispered seductively into your ear.
"Sorry—" You began but didn't get the chance to finish as he pulled his finger away, bring it to his lips and licking all of the mess from your cunt there away.
With parted lips you watched him, eyes glazed over as he licked his finger lazily.
"What was that thing you did before..." He pondered, but both of you knew the answer. You and him both remembered it like it was yesterday, even with the flow of alcohol that had clouded your mind then.
With a sudden surge to prove yourself and the strength of both of your legs, you flipped him over. Easily, you pulled down his pants and crawled over him, planting yourself onto his thigh as you caged him underneath you.
"Fuck, yes. Grind on me, use my thigh again. I was gonna cum in my pants the last time—" Before he could finish, you sneakily moved to sit in his lap, grinding your exposed pussy down onto his hard cock, barely concealed by his underwear.
"Ohhh, shit." The friction was delicious as you ground down against him, the tip of his clothed cock sometimes catching on your clit.
"Yeah? This what you wanted?" Your tone was sarcastic, rhetorical. You knew this is what he wanted, even if you had been skeptical of his wants at first, his intentions were clear now.
"Fuck, yes, god, yes." Parker's babbling got worse the more you moved your hips back and forth, the tip of his cock leaking into the fabric of his underwear. It paled in comparison to the amount of wetness you covered over the length of his clothed cock, but still hot nonetheless.
"I want you to sit on my face." He spoke abruptly, tone dark and needy, grabbing your hips as he tried to move you up more, leaning back against the bed to make space for you.
"You sure? You won't... suffocate?"
His eyes lit up at this, like he hadn't considered that as a possibility before you'd said it.
"I would never chicken out of getting drowned in pussy." His tone was serious, even if his face portrayed absolute delight.
Well, guess there was your answer.
Clambering up not-so-delicately, your knees around his ears, cunt hovering over his ready tongue, he pulled your hips down, beginning to devour like a man starved.
"Oh!" His tongue circling your clit, sucking the sweet bud into his mouth, your moans bounced throughout the room.
No way the walls are thick enough for this...
The thought quickly passed through your mind as your attention was immediately focused back on the eager man below you. Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling at the locks there as he groaned into your pussy.
"Do that again." You commanded, pulling his hair so he was forced deeper into your cunt. Tongue diving into your hole, you felt your pussy tighten around the appendage, his groans vibrating across your cunt delightfully.
"Parker, Parker, h-holy... Shit!" You felt it coming for a split second before it overtook you, your cunt spasming as he forced a blinding orgasm out of you, sneakily sliding one hand up to grope your boob under your shirt and bra as you came forcefully against his tongue.
Pulling yourself off of his mouth, he was reluctant to let you leave, wanting to badly to feel your thighs wrapped around his head again— talk about amazing pressure.
"You're so fucking perfect, I knew you would be, even in my imagination." His confession shot through you like an arrow as you rolled onto your back to catch your breath, sweat caking into your bra and the back of your shirt.
"Your imagination, huh?" Of course, you had to tease him a little bit, even if he had just given you a mind-blowing tongue-ing.
"Well— I—" Despite his chin still covered in your slick, he looked so nervous now.
"Parker, have you thought about me before...?" You sneakily raised onto your knees again, still somewhat shaky. Sitting up and leaning against the pillows of your bed, he felt a little cornered.
But God, in the best of ways.
"Yeah..." Parker was quiet in his admission, but you heard it clear as a bell.
"What do you think about... When you think about me...?" With him leaning back against the pillows, he was in the perfect receiving position for one thing you knew would blow his mind.
Perhaps literally.
"I, well... I think about your face. How soft your lips are." He slowly began to notice how you moved to lay your head against his thigh, your eyes flicking down to the evident tent in his boxers, pressing against the fabric like it was going to explode out at any point.
"My lips?" You planted a sweet and innocent kiss on his thigh, licking at the same spot, earning a sharp inhale from Parker.
"God, yes, your lips. Your body, too. How you might sound..." Parker raised his knees as you slid into position, shoulders underneath the crook of his knees as you placed a soft kiss against his clothed cock.
"Y-You don't need to..." He started, but the moment you licked a long stripe up the fabric and began pulling down his underwear, he was finished.
"Let me make you feel good." You peered up at him, pulling off the fabric to get a good look at his flushed cock.
Way better than you could've imagined, Parker's cock stood proud at attention for you, delightfully pink at the tip, long. Deliciously long. Had to be almost seven inches, if you got your math right.
Placing a kiss on the side of his shaft, he let out that same delicious whimper you loved so much, his hands shooting to the covers to white knuckle the blanket.
"What do you want, Parker?" Your voice dripped honey as you spoke, licking another stripe up the side as your hand joined the fray.
Grasping the base of his cock, you planted another kiss at the tip, licking the leaking precum from his tip off your lips.
The sight of you made him weak to begin with, but this? This was melting his brain, frying his circuits in the most intense and amazing ways.
"Can you..." He gulped quietly, thinking of all the ways he could do this with you.
"Suck it." Parker placed one hand on the back of your head, pulling your head down so your mouth was over the tip.
"Yes, sir," Though you had said it in a joking way, his cheeks flushed at it nonetheless.
Oh?
Saving that for later, you lowered your mouth over his dick, taking the first couple inches easily. Your saliva eased the entry as you took more of him into your mouth, making eye contact as his hand raised to his mouth, biting the flesh there.
The back and forth was mesmerizing to him, watching in awe as you took his dick over and over into your mouth.
Every so often when you would pull back for air, your hand would keep up with the pace your mouth set, jerking him off.
His head fell back onto the pillows in ecstasy, eyes screwing shut as you continued to give him heaven with your mouth, tongue and hands.
Focusing your efforts into making his first blowjob a great one, you closed your eyes and concentrated on not gagging around him as you took more and more.
"Shit, oh god..."
With a devilish smile, you pulled off to leave him gasping for air.
"Wait, c'mon, I was getting close..." His voice needy, hands gripping in your hair, Parker tried to get you back.
"I had something else in mind..." Even now you felt a little sheepish, hoping that he wanted to go as far as you.
Immediately, Parker shed the last of his clothes, shucking off everything he had and unceremoniously dropping it into your floor in less than a minute.
Before you could follow his lead he was pulling your shirt over your head and peppering kisses onto your neck. "You'll let me? You'll let me fuck you?" Parker babbled into your neck as he left light bites and sucks into your skin.
"God, yes, fuck me, Parker," You moaned into his ear, pushing through the locks of his hair again as he unhooked your bra, pulling it off your arms to reveal your breasts.
Diving into the new exposed skin, his fingers once more dragged through your folds, collecting the wetness there before pressing into your entrance.
A guttural moan escaped you as one, then two, fingers pushed into you, feeling up the softness of your walls. Scissoring his fingers, he groaned as he licked the top side of your breast.
"I'm on birth control, Parker." The serious of your tone was what caught him off-guard. Then, he got it.
Rock.
Fucking.
Hard.
He pulled his fingers out, ready to start nailing you into the mattress.
"I'm gonna fuck you stupid, and you're gonna love every second of it." His smile was sweet even as he spoke filth directly into your neck, peering through his eyelashes to watch your reaction.
A flush spread across your chest all the way up to your ears.
Oh, this Parker is dirty.
"Do it, Parker. Fuck me stupid, baby." The term of endearment left your lips before you could even think to stop it, and Parker's reaction was entirely worth it.
"Turn over." His direct command made you whine, immediately following his order, turning onto your stomach towards the end of the bed, lifting yourself up onto your knees so your ass was on display for him.
A sharp sting on your ass made you moan, forcing the sound out of you without your permission.
Parker spanked you.
"Parker!" You moaned as another slap on the opposite cheek stung against your sensitive flesh.
"I had a feeling you'd like this." He smirked as he drew in closer, rubbing his tip against your folds, finding your hole within seconds.
Somehow, even with his extra height advantage, with the flexible arch of your back and you both being on your knees, he was perfectly able to angle to enter you as soon as you gave him the go ahead.
Angling your head back, you looked at him through half-lidded eyes, "Please?"
With your approval, he began to push in so, so slowly.
As soon as the head of his cock pushed in, you wanted to push back onto the rest of his dick, but with his hands firmly holding your waist still, all you could do was take it.
Your whimpers and whines for more echoed against the walls of your apartment, begging Parker to give you more but his pace was torturous.
"You said you'd fuck me stupid! I wanna be fucked, baby, please!" His resolve began to wear down, because as much as you wanted it, God, he wanted to give it even more.
"You think you can handle it?" Parker's lean frame leaned over your back and whispered into your ear as he continued to hold you still.
"Yes! I can take it!"
"Don't say I didn't try to be gentle with you, baby."
His hips slammed against your ass as you cried out in ecstasy, moaning into the blankets as he thrust back and forth against your ass.
With each press in, the head of his cock kissed your cervix, and with each pull back, he nearly threatened to slip out. Delightful bliss clouded your brain as Parker began to, quite literally, fuck you completely stupid.
"Don't hide, that's against the rules."
With one twist of his hand in your messy hair, he was pulling your head back, forcing you to moan into the open air.
Trying to keep some semblance of dignity, you bit your lip and continued to whine and keen in bliss.
Even as he rearranged your insides, he could tell you were still holding back all of the beautiful noises you could make.
In one smooth motion, Parker pulled out and flipped you over, manhandling you into what you could only describe as a mating press, legs over his shoulders, his palms flat against your thighs as he held you into position.
Just as easily as he had pulled out, he bullied his cock back into your cunt, one hand moving down to your clit, rubbing in sweet, perfect circles to bring you closer to your peak.
With a couple more thrusts and a well timed bite to your neck as he leaned over you, rubbing his thumb in tight circles on your clit, your second orgasm of the night overtook you.
Thankfully, his stamina was wearing thin too, his finish quickly approaching as you soaked his pelvis in your slick, making every thrust in that much easier.
"Where?" His voice cut through the haze of your post-orgasmic bliss, your limbs jelly as he continued to use you for his own pleasure in the hottest way possible.
"Inside, Parker!"
"You're perfect..." He groaned as he leaned forward, pressing your knees further towards your chest as he pressed his forehead against yours.
Lazily, you ran your fingers through his hair, nails dragging down his neck until you remembered.
"I bite my hand while I finish.”
In a swift moment of him being focused on rearranging your insides to fit his cock, trying to bring himself to the peak, you pulled his hair back.
In his surprise, a deep groan left him, and in that same moment, you stuffed two of your fingers into his mouth.
Parker's eyes wide but so deeply lust-glazed, you felt your pussy spasm around him and he was done, teeth biting down as he groaned, immediately releasing into your welcoming cunt.
His thighs shook and his hands tightened their grip on your thighs as he still held you in the same intense intimate position, continuing to cum deep into your cunt. Just for good measure, he thrust a couple more times, light and shallow, just to feel your pussy clench around him.
When he was finished, he slumped against you, your legs sliding down his sweaty sides to rest on his hips.
"Mmmmm..." Parker let out a tired groan as he cuddled up to you, arms snaking under your body as he covered you like a warm, sweaty blanket.
After the both of you finished heavily breathing into each other's skin, he slowly pulled his hips back, his cock leaving you.
Still slumped against your chest, he left a couple lazy kisses before he began to drift off.
"Parker?" You tried to call to him, but he could no longer hear you. Cuddled up against your chest, Parker snored innocently.
Glancing at your clock on the wall, you read the time:
11:55PM
Well, might as well let him sleep, right?
If you were real honest with yourself, you felt exhaustion sneaking in to claim you as well, so despite desperately needing a warm shower— it could wait until the morning.
Hopefully Chance was already asleep by then...